I haven't written poetry in a very long time. Last night, I couldn't get to sleep because an image kept flitting through my mind, so I decided to write it down, and see where it took me.
The cycle of the day pauses sometimes.
A moment holding back eternity.
Bravely a sliver of sunlight teases.
The dancing Wind laughs at a cosmic joke.
For skipped heartbeats, I never understand.
The next beat? A glimmer. My dance begins.
I wonder if Night minds a late entrance.
Perhaps not. After all, She's never gone.
A pause. A pounding. I feel the stars dance.
I giggle at a soul's perfect vision.
My eyes can't see stars. A dancing heart can.
There is a simple rhythm in my life.
In the briefest serenity, I hope.
I pray those who care will walk next to me.
I hope their memories are that I lived.
I lived when life was full, and joy was all.
When laughter was innocent and carefree.
When we danced on the wings of evening Winds.
I hope they remember that I was whole.
I was free for the briefest of seconds.
When the Wind would dance and the Sun would laugh.
If they do, they'll know I'm dancing on Wind.
Laughing with the Stars; joking with Sunlight.
Knowing that the Cycle begins again.