KALEIDOSCOPE

It is the rustling wind through the bowing trees



unsettling the leaves



while caressing the grass.



Starshine reflection



upon rain-dropped pools



Their light dances through the trees,



silver ribbon winding,



mingles green with indigo hues



lighting obsidian walls.



They weave their intricate plan,



1001 reflections,



cross streams to side of hope



searching for the colors



to paint the grey existence



a kaleidoscope dream.



Voice delicate metaphors



captivated



absorb



touch.



To capture with the hand



the curve of the lip



which the mouth anticipates.



brings glimmer to these water-poured eyes



inviting the caress.



Strong, gentle hands now extend



The words, Our promise



It is the breath in deep of night



that awakens the shadows



and calls to the dawn.



The fragile violet



between pages pressed



delicate memory



preserved



the fine threads which weave



the tapestry of time.



Step from shadows of the past



into dreams of future



form the texture of new life



mark the path



to the beauty of center.



I long to see the morning in your eyes.



Two voices become one echo,



two breaths



a resounding sigh.