Be Well
***Note***

Return

I’ve been drifting in the clearing at night.
Alone once more; the music is gone with you.
In the quiet, the dance ceases.
Reflective moments move me now.

Pieces of the music come back to me
As remembered laughter in the sand -
An embrace; the lightest touch amidst the trees
Tumbles, and a tease; mystical haze, now lifted.

Awakening to delicate remnants of its touch
Evaporating too soon to capture.
Was it there? The sense of it; the caress?
By some trick; is it with me, even now?

In the sharp sunlight of morning,
Summer sheers flutter at the window –
And I am filled with it once more.
Can it be you have journeyed back, as well?

I hold out my hand to the finger of sunlight,
From no where a fairy puff lands on my palm.
In my morning shower, a tendril of grass.
In the kitchen sink, a sliver of lime.

Is it the clearing, calling me back?
Or are you there, as freely lost as I,
Hiding from tender sweetness, staying back
Testing to see if I’m still there?

No. Perhaps not; my shadow of doubt, alive.
But the flame burns again, and as much as I try,
I cannot close the door, nor ignore the call of its
Enchanting charms or the heartfelt words that beckon me

Return.