Dream Weaver

Fingers traced small letters on the bulletin board

without a conscious thought.

The promise of live music

conjuring memories and daydreams.

Wondering if the venue will be candle-lit

or a zigzag of primary-colored beams of light.

Crossing the threshold

soothed by a guitar’s coffeehouse vibe.

Not looking for love

yet a song flowering into full illustration.

Heart and mind nudged forward by invisible forces.

History from another lifetime.

A future unfolding.

A fellow mischief-maker.

A visual sweep

landing on deep chocolate eyes and furrowed brow.

Face framed by a mop of curls.

Eyes returning the gaze with raised eyebrows and affirmation.

It’s you.

It’s you.

A subtle curve of the lips.

A mirrored smirk.

A story beyond four walls

spanning every season.

A love for walking the ordinary path.

One gentle soul holding another’s grief-heavy heart.

An afternoon in the park spinning with laughter.

The cozy warmth of sleeping in.

A knowing without knowing.

A pinpoint in a vast timeline.

Butterflies settling.

Stillness amongst a change in melody.

Stars aligned.

Laughter between two people as first words.

It’s you.

It’s you.