so far, so great, & the promise
of so long lingers on tomorrow;
hung on tenterhooks, staggering
sparks run through the early hours
as realisation hovers. that only less
than the length of a week, now, may
hold my consignation to this side
of another stretch of soil, another
long dream.

& everyone i've ever and never met
will look up at stars the same, but
all my constellations, bent n mirrored,
will flare up and light out footstep
patterns like eye-blink,
surveying all that was lost and found.

but, for now,
gales whip up a storm outside,
like the electricity planted
in my gut. another
momentary awakening.

Their costumes are so daring,
sparkling in the lights.
A soft and gentle glow,
she has across her face.
He moves along beside her,
swiftly on his feet.
Placing his hands,
so carefully on her waist.
They glide so gracefully,
together on the floor.
So effortless they move,
together and in form.
The room filled with rythym,
like if you where in a dream.
You must see, the two of them.
He leads the way with swirls, dips and
lifts of high intensity.
The creative generosity,
of movements on the floor.
seductutive and romantic,
the mood at high vilocity.
The passion in the center square.
The two a perfect pair.
A timing of perfection,
Expressive and Effective,
Their bodies demonstrate compassion.
Inspiring are they.
A feeling of excitement  and pure appreciation
the audience has for them.
The finish They did have .
Earning them a standing overation,
whistles in the air.
A gift they have together,
to act as if their one,
dancers with expression,
a passion and with love.
They are very taleneted,
these dancers I have seen.

Turtles, crape myrtles
Tadpoles, baby frogs
Running feet, summer heat
Cicadas, crossing logs
Glancing back smiling
Forging on to explore
Oh, how i love
Little you, age four

Beneath the old majestic oaks
And the solid cypress trees,
Spanish moss stirs, hanging low,
Blows gently with the breeze.
The smell of jasmine fills the air,
Perfume of tea olives, too,
And rose, those roses,
Long prepped and toiled over,
Seeds of love now in bloom.

Such beauty, serene as the egrets
With all their graceful pomp,
Biding their time with turtles, ducks,
By lilies in the swamp.
A heavenly garden up from the earth,
The azaleas mystify,
Flourishing, as hues of purple, pink,    
And red behold the eye.

Such tender pleasure too, in how the
Sun kisses depths of leaves;
Touching spanish moss, camellias,
Dogwoods, you and me.

Can you seriously not see what you are doing to me
I'm looking at you like you hung the moon
Yet it doesn't seem to faze you
I am choking on the butterflies that have outgrown my stomach
And yet you still look at me with those unwavering eyes
Oh those eyes
How they destroy me
I am left to romanticize these ideas you planted
Each growing into a beautiful flower in its own right
Words are flowing from my mouth yet I have no hold on them
For my mind is a little pre-occupied
Questioning those eyes
That still have a hold
On my panicking soul
I am afraid that I have found myself
Falling head over heels