Lesbian Poetry

Out of Sync

I play my rhythm out of time,
A poet, writing half the rhyme.
Seeking joy, escaping grief,
Watching this heart steal.
Poor thief!

Climbing up the highest wall,
Peering into the waterfall,
Listening to Echo's call,
Tossing memories as I fall.

Awakening, grateful for the dream,
Reality, peacefully encouraging,
Joining the chorus and learning to sing.
Finally in sync,...and....ahhhh....
Breathing!