Re-ignition

I had packed them away against the back wall in the dark basement room

In boxes and crates or stuffed into web-shrined corners:

The curve of your hand as it conjured music,

The power of your eyes to evoke a response,

The kinetic lightness of your hair as it brushed against your shoulders,

The light-halo that surrounded you in front of the window

As the sun drew your subtle outline through your dress,

The adoration that never faded from my heart when you spoke,

That gentleness that always danced just under everything you did.

Purity of form, certainty of grace, beauty of simplicity

All stored safely away, forgotten in the recesses of yesterday.

Until you looked at me this morning, smiled and said, “Hello”

And forced me to start unpacking.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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