Monday, August 31, 2009

the eyes of my heart

fifty feet high
the front row of trees swayed left
the second row leaned right

the first step
in what would become
a most amazing waltz

each individual leave danced
in harmony that exceeded mozart
in grace that exceeded baryshnikov

the late-afternoon sun
reflected the glory that is the Lord
each ray of light focused with intent

large movements intertwined
with a hundred purposeful gestures
to create a moment of magic

a moment, i regret
that words cannot capture
but will remain eternally in my heart


Anonymous said...

i love this
thank you for sharing it

L.L. Barkat said...

I love the trees waltzing. I often think of trees as dancers.

Anonymous said...

your poem has been posted along with the rest of us at random acts of poetry, which is on the high callings blog.

so glad you wrote it.