by Alison Kjeldgaard
My wandering eyes find
You– sleeping shape in moonlight–
While wind whispers in the night.
You– simple silhouetted lines–
Breathing evenly in dream time–
Past worlds collide in my mind.
In the dark he kissed her,
Swaying shadows in the breeze–
Moving with summer aspen leaves–
In moonlight no one missed her.
With crinkled eyes he kissed her.
Happily she sighs, lies
Sprawling on the glassy grass,
Thinking of the just passed past–
Of mumbled “hi’s” and “how time flies,”
Of drawn-out, dolorous goodbyes . . .
Exhaled cigar smoke,
A hazy, visible sigh,
Blown across a moonlit sky.
She revels in her smoky cloak . . .
And suddenly, I awoke.
My dream-dizzy eyes
Blur silhouetted lines–
Hands catch shadow lovers,
Rustling aspen leaf covers–
Dappled dreams blow out of mind,
Like fallen leaves in the wind.
A twentysomething Colorado native, Alison Kjeldgaard is an aspiring editor, avid fantasy fiction reader,
and obsessed tango dancer. She graduated in 2009 with two journalism internships under her belt, an English literature degree, and a national
economic crisis. Despite this, Alison has paid the bills working odd writing jobs and taking every chance she can to travel recently, Alison
spent thirty days dancing tango in Buenos Aires, where live orchestras and local dancers reinvigorated her passion for the dance and its music.
In the near future, Alison plans on moving to New York City to pursue a career in publishing and get a taste for
tango on the East Coast.