When she's around, sometimes I can hardly speak. Oftentimes my limbs get weak, the slow walk towards her is the obvious sign. So I gather myself and always keep in mind. Her eyes that seem to reflect gentle rain. She's an approachable spirit, I get lost just the same. Into the magical reoccurrence of love, known by any other name. Feelings of love penetrate through my disbelief, building confidence, disallowing retreat. Today for some reason I feel better. Tomorrow there maybe stormy weather. Somehow, courage builds from her beautiful smile. Nevertheless, confidence rebuilds, observing the fire inside her eyes. . I've said it before and shall repeat it again. Love has revitalized the spirit inside again. Now I am walking on clouds, the texture stabilizes my feet. While walking towards to reclaim my lost energy. There's magic beneath the multiple layers. Memories that were lost are miraculously saved.
© Daniel Mason