Here..

         Here I dance in a slow, silent
swirl. Holding onto a memory that fades
to white.

                    Snow.

   
        Here stands the door, slightly
open. Presenting the approaching
announcements yet no one is
knocking.

                   Hard.

         Here finds the mouth of wind.
A voice echoes a memorizing song.
No words just a hum of chords.

                     Air.

        Here the gentle smile awaits
a laugh. The necessity to continue in
action. Indeed the sorrow carries
deep but only screams in vacant
sky blues.

                  Deafening.

        Here at last the one person I
see entertained by a world of color.
Engulfed in all seeing beauty. Inhaling
freshness.

                   Alive.

         Here I stand, motionless, not sure
of where all the sand went but I am
clear of the tiny ripples. The giggles
of the grass, of the cornered stones.

                  Water.

        Here I saught to find one word
and yet many found roots. Drawing
upon the lines and clinging to the
phrases.

             Indeed I found hope.