Reflection II December 15, 2009
To walk the mists of morning.
To dance underneath the evening star.
To hold hands and browse the woods.
To gaze into each other’s eyes, lost.
And found, seeing therein a reflection.
A romantic’s heart runs true and free.
The shadows have risen and fled.
My heart once more is a-beating.
The ardor and the beauty.
The darkness and the sunlight.
The truth and the meaning.
The life and its living.
When will I wander down these roads?
When will our paths cross at last?
When shall we, arm-in-arm, explore?
The stars shine brightly overhead.
The moon flits behind a passing cloud.
The stage of life, darkened a moment.
Anticipation seems to build.
Music, unheard, swells dramatically.
And in the half-veiled moonlight,
I see your soft smile.
And find myself enamored all anew.
The clouds break, light cascades off your hair.
So this is what it means to be in love.
Or so I tell myself, inexperienced as I am.
Were it that this wondering was more than a dream.
Were it that our paths would one day cross…