The Reflection Pool

Take my hand and
let us dance to
the music the world
provides us.

As night falls, we
shall strip down to
our most naked and
bare, keeping time in
the moon’s light and
sparkling of the stars.
We don’t claim your
shame as ours.

The cloaks we don
after our celebrations
are our creations composed
of peace, power and radiance,
weaved together with
threads of feeling,
of sharing,
of listening.

The vastness that lays
in the space between
grace and choice is
consequence. It is the
universe’s perfect reflection
of love, the give and
take that provides gravity’s
power as we are propelled
forward in time.

Each at our own height,
we hold ourselves in time
with the beliefs and the
values that guide us.
Expectantly, we look towards
life and maintain our
equilibrium, as if we all
are strong and our weaknesses
are nonexistent. At times,
sheer will drives us forward
through our world, orbiting
our sun and through our stars.

It’s the composition of dawn’s
light filtered by the coolness of
night’s darkness, your gentle
lines, strands of curls wrapped
around your book, and first
cup of coffee that bring this
day into existence.

And you laugh, loudly, at the book,
cracking the silence with a joy
that slips easily from your soul,
bathing the world in happiness. You
exclaim the beauty of a line and
pause your sojourn into that
other world, reading aloud to me.

These are but a few moments that
are the thighs and hips, the
waistline and the flanks, the
curves of softness in our morning.