Warm beams radiate
Soothing the depths of my soul
Touched by dappled light
As with the suns fiery glow
Her smile is the light I seek
You take my hand with trepidation
not sure what to expect
your right in my left
my right in the small of your back
your left resting on my shoulder
Relax my dear
you are safe in my arms
Trust me
follow my lead
my left will push your right,
my right will pull you in
in unison we will glide as one
To music only we can hear
This could be our life together
our evening ritual before dinner
or before bed
wearing a path in the kitchen tile
one two three, one two three
just you and me
And so it would be
forever
Two become one
dancing
to music that does not exist
Music only hearts can feel
and only children can see
Smiling up at us
with curly red hair
The kitchen our dance floor
simmering pots and pans
our orchestra
and we dance……
Oh, how beautifully we dance
For some unknown reason
I’m drawn to this image
This soft unknown woman
And her warm haunting visage
She is no one I know
No recognizable feature
But again, I’m drawn to her
This beautiful creature
It could be quite possible
My mind knows the truth
That somehow I loved her
In long ago youth
A vestigial memory
I have not a clue
It could be this simple
She reminds of you
She is hard on herself
yet inside she’s tender
Her own toughest critic
but will never surrender
No outside force
can cripple or bind
yet battles still rage
within her own mind
Somehow she prevails
with sweet stubborn grace
a stern look of whimsy
on her beautiful face
I stand here in awe
and watch her soar by
with full sated heart
a tear in my eye
NOTE: I am quite aware of the disconnect in “a stern look of whimsy”. If you knew her it would make complete sense.
Given to her for strength
For balance
For peace
For love
My unconditional love, always
To help her love herself
Which I so desperately desired for her
And she so desperately needed
Custom designed specifically for her
Designed to calm her heart and mind
One of a kind for a one of a kind
Perfection on perfection
Once her source of comfort when we were apart
Now a source of pain and regret
Sadness
Hidden in a dark box, alone
Waiting for her to see the truth
Though we were not meant to be
It’s meaning remains
Some day, in a quiet moment of solitude
She will slip it on her dainty finger again
Smile and remember
Unconditional Love
My lasting love for her
Her ring
I wanted to re-blog this earlier, but got busy. So I’m doing it now. This is a great tune and one I intend to learn to play and fumble through by the campfire next summer. 🙂