Velvet Sky
She was all about it …
running around being healthy, strong, independent,
showing the world her smile
and fancy cowboy boots,
striding into tomorrow without a backward glance
or sigh of regret.
And then you came ~
and suddenly the crumbling began.
All she seemed to know anymore
was how to cry
into the true sound of your breath,
into the wide berth of your heart span;
tumbling down into your stories
(like rolling down hills, getting all dizzy inside);
Opening unexpectedly inside the warm honey
of your laughter and hers combined.
In the deep purple of the english nightfall,
she dropped into the silence
as she felt you fold your vibrant wings
into a comfortable sleep.
She wasn’t exactly sure what to do
about all this unravelling,
but she was curiously eager to keep going
and see what the next moment brought
and the next.
And when the stars finally surfaced
out of the velvet sky
on her side of the globe,
and she missed your gentle sounding
of her name ~
She danced
liquid by the fire
in the rose – gold candlelight ~
Knowing full well
that she only ever danced like this
for God,
but letting you see her
in your dreaming
nevertheless.
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