Page 103 of Second Dance
not knowing my soul already knew you,
already loved you.
Our story ended,
then began again.
Oh yes, it was a miracle?—
how else could it be explained?
Love came again,
breaking against the shore
wild and fierce
like the ocean itself.
Refusing to be lost,
despite the sand
and the hourglass.
This time we are the shape
of a pentagon?—
five hearts, five souls,
tied together with indigo ribbon,
the color of twilight
and summer skies.
When the wind carries our children’s laughter
to flirt with the briny scent of the sea,
we remember who we once were?—
and how our lost dreams became
the roar of a lion, guarding tender hearts.
Even the sea seems to whisper?—
nothing lost is ever gone for good.
Or is it this?
No love is ever wasted.
The way it makes us who we are.
And teaches us to dance.
