Frosted Wonderland

Frosted breath blows from your lips as you exhale from deep belly laughs
Snowflakes flutter and fall on your lashes as your eyes dance with merriment and delight
The white that collects on the ground is as pure as your childish innocence
Snow on tongue, sweet refreshment, leaving you longing for more
Angels on my lawn, reminders of the joyous escapade of that magical moment
When you burst forth with such youthful exhilaration
Into the mystical wonderland
May that memory etch itself into my heart and mind
And last a lifetime



I awake in the morning,

sweep the stardust away.

All night, in the light

of the moon, I have played.

The crickets serenaded

with a chorus so sweet

that out from the forest

ventured new friends to greet.

I danced with the fairies

and drank tea with the elves.

We laughed and played games.

I was my frolicsome self.

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a story to tell
not with lips
no need for vocal expression
illustrated with the voice
of exemplified motion
grace, poise
her soul sings
through the very movement
of her feet
his body speaks
in twists and turns
full of description
overflowing emotion
Pas de deux…
a dance for two
leaps of faith
as two hearts beat in unison
To dance…
to convey a message
in each gesture
every plié
Our eyes hear the unsaid words…
and we feel their stories.