a melody of long ago floats and lingers just within my ear
the dreams of yesterday waft over my shimmering face
as the diamond specks in the sky twinkle in a gay parade of remembrance
soft light dances like f�ries
the tips of their tiny shoes flitter gently like kisses across my tingling face
and beauty falls like tender rain in specks of gold dust
gathering in brilliant pools where my footsteps fade into the oblivion of eternity
swirling, whirling, streams of perfect imperfection
brush my shoulder on their way out the door to a brighter tomorrow
their luminescent glow filling this midnight blue tide pool with mystery and
the night holds its breath �
because just one breath could destroy this beautiful intimacy
this intricate lace of past present and future
woven from the pitch of night, the silver first light of dawn
and the last waning spot of golden sun as it dips its head under the horizon
Beauty lies in anticipation and existence.
Twirling to the music in my head
The twinkling lights of fireflies whirl past my face
The delicate fabric of many shimmering scarves falls in folds about my body as I dance
Possessed by some force within myself
The gentle arms of the night pull me close protectively
She whispers softly in my ear things just beyond the grasp of my imagination
And my heart sprouts wings and flies out of my chest into the darkness
Lighting up the night with a million twinkling Christmas lights
Andrea M. Horvath
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