Sweet, Storied, Solemn

I like to remember smiles

yours is one

a deep healthy laugh

real, genuine, resonant.

I see your eyes,

know this as you cry tonight

that there might be, we cannot predict,

some solution that sounds

far more wonderful than this reality.

~

A vision began things

set the tone,

created moments,

steps, strides, special

delights, filled hearts

with movement, grace, elegance,

a niche your eyes choreographed.

~

One time I saw tears

very real and poignant,

that told me a story

about human nature.

~

Yours, soft, real passion.

We all find days

we reflect upon

we decide to earn

a new moment,

desperate measures to move beyond

confusing outcomes, decisions, mandates.

~

Special are the hours spent

in poetry slams,

dance competitions,

bringing worlds together

in little rooms

where language held no barrier.

The smiles, the laughs, the tears

all so nostalgic today.

 ~

Live beyond the fury of indecision and walk forward

in sweet stride, elegance storied, spoken solemnity.