Tears

"I see you dancing, through my tears,
like smoke dances in the wind." A line
from a song, wrings my heart into
a memory of past love and current
reverie. So it goes in life, as well as
play. We turn and turn again, looking
for that one to stay. Soon, son, love will
come again. To the dance, to the play.
A signature of the place we make, in
our hearts and in our minds. Alone
inside that secret place. The temple
of our life, the dance that is our core,
once built and seldom occupied,
stands swaying in the dark. Dreaming
of what is in store. Crying for what
has come before. "I see you dancing
through my tears...." An afterthought.

Placed to late to stay the weight. When

again we face the stars, looking on

and on, us near and they far. Remember

child, life is yours to make, and the space

you create, is yours to lace and within those

sweet places, your tears will evaporate.