Daydream...

Ebony perfection
     with an island gait...
Steps slow and measured,
     graceful as a feline,
     slipping in and out
     of her world and into mine
     and that is where I find her
     on the edge of indecision,
     fearful of the derision
     that may follow,
     the chance that should not be lost...
Hope in the irreverence of time,
     age means nothing,
     it is the years that are sublime
     and with each lesson comes awareness
     that one must reach for the ring
     lest you travel in circles,
     all your life for nothing....
For what it fate but chance taken?,,,
          May 10, 2104