Happy

Smitten by your words,
I'm whirling,
twirling,
with the breeze tickling 
the glassy surface of water 
still undisturbed.
I dance and re-imagine happiness
and lose myself in pieces
of you.
Who are we if not specs of dust?
Settling,
then uprooting,
silly faces grinning at the sight
of another likely disaster.
We don't mind; 
the outcome is irrelevant.
The moon shines through the silence
and thoughts of all that is to come
become unstoppable.
Let's catch this train
before it's too late!
Music stops for a moment
and all that's left unsaid 
echoes in the distance
while dissipating shadows 
turn up the volume
of all the quiet little secrets...
It is frightening,
being so exposed,
yet we laugh 
and we love,
savoring that moment in time
when everything feels 
just right.

2011