dancing into view
like fourth dimensional poetry
bright eyes beaming
as though a dream i haven't had yet just followed me into the room
sweetness on a swivel
our congregation keels in a pirouette
toppling over and into the movement;
impossible agility that I'm trying to crystallize into memories to keep
our roots entwine, matching symbols deciphering synthesis
i am dreaming i can keep this story
held closely to my breast,
feeding it ambrosia so we might once again cavort within my mind
it all feels a bit unwieldy
for i've lost and gained vast significance in too few blinks of the eye
though hope might find a spectrum
that would glow before my sight
we were raucous and
we were golden and
though we twisted away,
my thoughts return