it was the way
I felt
when I dreamed
of nothing –
not the road ahead
nor the turning round
to ease the path
of forgotten lessons –
light from somewhere
just beyond
my hands to grieve
as hearts to flutter
dare my feet
to dance again
was here we swayed
in sweet communion
– a waltz
recalled as light
to dream
. . .
I loved your words, their magical feel inspired me deeply especially near the end, “just beyond my hands to grieve as hearts to flutter dare my feet to dance again was here we swayed in sweet communion – a waltz recalled as light to dream.” A lovely gem which stands out from the rest as it makes my heart and mind to sway! Hugs!
Thank you, Wendell……… You bless me.
This moment, this eternal, always, ever, now … It takes so much of us to find our way back to presence, where anything and everything can be real …
Such that every touch, the most tender; every dawn, the most golden; every kiss, the sweetest…….. Some might call it fate that we get to a point of understanding. I suspect it is more the persistent nature of love.
I have to agree about it being love. Fate is just a way of blaming our abdication of free will on what we consider circumstances beyond our control, that really a not that way at all !
” a waltz
recalled as light
to dream”
If we don’t dare ourselves to dance again we may as well not exist. The next dance may not be a waltz, but what’s wrong with a slow, sexy rhumba for a change of pace ? Your thoughts brought back a lot of memories, Bobbie, sweet ones. ……………………xo