Before the night claims
my day
I think of words to say
that perhaps will aid
and abet
the furtherance of
love.
But then in the morning
light
I come to the
understanding
I need to grow and
increase
my force and effect.
How tall, how big, how
loud and dictatorial
and then I shrink with
the knowing
the my hands are tied
to the post
of plain and simply who
I am.
I cannot shout from mountain
tops
or dance the light
fantastic
to the tune of all I
know should be
or simply tell you
quietly.
I am here and you are
there
but before the day lays
claim to night
I like to think that in
that peaceful state
everyone is dancing to
the tune of love.
I like to think but can
it really be
when some don’t think
to dance?
