a non supportive capsule world of detached freedom.
She gathers the cups and plates onto the tray and he carries them,
slowly, carefully to the counter; gently pushing them toward the mini-hostess -
they both smiled, and made their pained way to the door, opened it,
as the noise rushed in; they enter the outside bravely,
quickly, like jumping into a high wave, and strike out strongly,
back in the swim with mayhem.
The almond eyes follow, fill, and soften in admiration;
the tense mini frame loosens, and becomes a girl.
The rosy afterglow of the couple pervades,
briefly all is in harmony with the warm welcoming, immaculate,
brown tone tiled floor, of the coffee and donut store.
WIDOWER
We danced our dance so well,
we did the most we could
with time we had, and more;
by effort gained and some by chance
around the crystal we would go
like phantoms in a magic box,
twirling friendly shapes on those around
dancing to the tunes we knew so well,
calling them in sequence as we sent
our future music on its merry
way to us, to fuel our feelings
for the dances yet to come.
We danced our dance so well
we did the best we dare
with what was there, and more
until the dance was done -
we had our fun
and we had won our future,
tickets for the tunes to come,
but stern the piper called
and played no more-
said one of us must leave the floor
forever, and you were taken, crying
to a more important place
in a coach I couldn't follow.
I was left to find another-
waiting lonely in a corner
seeking solace and a partner
for the final taste of music
when the piper plays awhile.
We will joyously go round
to the old familiar sound,
and making most of what we have, and even more;
we will hear you clap in time
as you echo in our minds-
the gentle ghost who left the dance,
but lit my way before,
and when the piper stops again
and points his finger to the door
I will leave my partner true
and dance again with you just as before
until she joins us too
and we'll welcome her anew
and form a threesome, dancing on
to find new music to delight
as we dance forward to the light
making most of what we have, and even more.
YOUNG HEARTS
Simmer, boil, bubble
the heart beats
its song of summer
while youth prevails
as beaus and seasons pass,
and thread
their chequered net of life
about the great impasse
then
a flash
the line is fast
the instant clasp of hearts attuned
and all before is past
when in the looking glass
beside myself - is you.
The quest is done
the heart is won and life has just begun
when two can be as one.
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