I wouldn’t care if when your feet
fall upon Mother Earth but since
they do (sometimes fastly,nimble) the notes of heaven and it’s symphony
touches my organHeart like a piece
of gold rattling in my LifeBox gift.
Mostly all ducks walk like shackled
slaves but the swan by eyeGrace
glides beneath sweetened moonlit waters.
I think you are not duck nor swan
but the ballerina of celestial stage
and that symphony beneath
your footfalls marry my heart
to your soul, always when you move
and me, too.
:: 10-17-2014 ::