Gratitude

Gratitude


Her rising halo was like a gentle whisper.
Revealing slowly, she pulled the strings of my heart.

We embraced as the stars then began to appear.

Twinkling one by one high above the Ancients
standing tall balancing the canopy of life.

A breeze spoke kind words moving the conductors branch.

The great hall was filled with small countless metronomes,
clapping hands as though applauding a timely dance.

Glorious fountains were found among those Ancients...

sparkling gratitude flowing throughout the night.
The laughing water hardly could contain itself

as we joyfully rounded the bend toward home.