Bolero

A slow movement , almost silent

A stance in the wind ,

A look , into eyes so deep I fall

the heart nudges , the soul moves

Flakes fall as all movement stops .

A darkness

Time

A fast movement of words and ideas

where flakes fell , the heart still stops

the soul turbulent .

Failing to find your essence in every breath

Flakes stop , all else moves

A reckoning

Understanding Even faster time moves

The soul – an ocean

Every breath is the essence of you ( idealized )

Every look is into eyes so deep I fall

Flakes everywhere All that moves is Flakes

 April 2015