He smiled and the world listened
if only for a moment
when everyone else seemed driven and lost.
On a spring morning
He appeared around the corner and changed my direction,
I was suddenly moved by you.
Your spirit, your energy, your passion
Your beautiful grin
rather simply shouted
We need to talk about moments like this
When surfing the hallways
Wondering what faces we’ll meet
Circling the corners
Weaving through bodies
Noticing only backpacks and bad mullets
Rather than human expression
The eyes that bear our souls,
Safely tucked away
They said he was a nice young man.
Wherever he went actually
people laughed and praised
his actions, moral fiber, self-guided discipline.
content toward anyone that met
him in a moment, one of those times
we always wonder just how we react
to the reality around us.
She would wonder where her
while waiting with well meant
until the last bus left the station.
Then she might wish there were
other bodies around
so her soul wouldn’t feel so naked
in the cold winds of mourning.
Shine and ravish when the moment allows true elegance
Splendor’s human love holds our heart in the spring rains