Rhythm

Rhythm

I am learning how to dance.....

in the rain.......

admits the lightning,

not jumping

when thunder arises

and dreaming of the

rainbow of promise.

This man who possess

more beauty my eyes

have ever be is taking my

hand in his.....

brushes off the dirt,

strokes my cheeks,

cresses me gently and

reminds me.

I take one step out.....and

then one step in

He spins me and a thrill, a rush......

for only a moment

But leaves me breathless,

He brings me in close, so close I can smell his sent,

Staring into His eyes,

the love is too profound, something my soul has searched for

We move together and I feel secure,

and I am lost in the rhythm.