Susan
I elected to leave the lights off as I sat in my living groom
gliding back and forth to the rhythm of the deafening silence
in the green rocking chair that once belonged to my father
The moonlight tried to comfort me, sneaking in through the slits of the venetian blinds
that I purposely lowered hours earlier
but I was uninterested
for my heart, my mind, my soul was dark
Until I thought of you
Instantaneously, tiny gold speckles fell from the ceiling
as yellow, purple, and orange hues decorated the air
and the smell of spring overpowered my senses
making my insides feel as warm as your pure, humble smile
When I heard the faint hint of samba music
I sighed
for I knew the clouds were swaying serenely
as they watched you dance
How lucky they are