Soaring

Dark skies and eloquence, a pool of smiles and abstaining relevance;
reds and blues and shades of amber, hues of hope and faith in humble grandeur.
She fills me up and thrives and warms...as her quiet voice alone adorns.

The wings of Icarus failed at the crucial time, the soar of birds he could not mime.
The warning he did not heed gave way to futility, death and ultimately misdeed.
I alone have walked that path, dissecting life as numerals and responses, mistaking love for math.

The way, I've found, is not to fly nor run but quickly walk unbound;
for carriages made of glitz and flash at midnight shall leave the fool's hope dashed.
The key to laughter is not a flag to wave in winds that crease its jags.

The open eyes cannot ignore that soul which one can but adore.
A smile to share a hand to hold from days of youth to those of old.
Reminding me on bended knee that my soul can now be safely unsheathed.

She takes my breath and random thought, makes it smile, no longer taut;
The softened tones of pain are muted as my bitter past I no longer refuted.
Removing the pain from a world of tears, of silent joy throughout the years.