Baton Twirls

Soft as the innocent dreams
of an impressionable princess,
your heart embraces all that it sees.
Visions, Reflections, Images-
They all bow to dreams.
I have now seen the wind smile,
And what is the wind?
But the hallowed shouts of whispers-
Contained by those foolish enough to believe in love.
Direction, Goals, Plans…
There is more substance
In a fortune cookie.
Kisses do not venture
into the realm of chance.
With their subtle yelps of heartache and restraint-
Madness is better suited
to chase those that
refuse to be caught-
So we dance.
For every wave that breaks
upon a shore and denies the
sand a moment’s rest,
A twinkle gives way
to a tear in my eye.
For that,
I am grateful