The little boys
I see them seldom
But I was there when they were born
As tiny babes I loved them well
They come now for sweet embrace*
They remember

I shared a dream
it was not met
did not convey
the magic*
   it means no more than this:
  a moment's disappointment

we say
we create our experience
so now
take a chance
raise the big dream out of hiding
nourish well with expectant desire
let it grow
transforming
beyond known imagining
what we did not see
was ours all along

Bala Chandran
Crescent Moon
suspended in our sky
embracing curve with tender hooks
that we may display dreams on
singular light reflecting life
satisfied we meet your gaze

cycling and recycling
devotion to remotion
a spiral past  a comfort blast
well known save our rewriting
yet here we tumble on
to spiral all unknown
  fresh emotions rising
  potent and enlivening

***
life
denied
is not contained
hungry heat sparking fires

must conjure as I dance
gently on clear flexing line
that step by step appears
from current root of choice
  believing it supports my mass
imbalanced it may be with doubt
that's cast away yet grasped again
forever seeking moving balance
this ~ now ~ attend
or abandon to free fall