they’re often quiet,

            those delicate emotions…

 

 

 

…soft and resilient

in the bustling breeze.

 

 

 

 

 

she found them,

            taking root in the canyon…

 

 

  

 

…branching out…

 

 

…like sun rays on the surface

of a lake.

 

 

 

dance with them,

wear them the way your skin

wears your truth,

 

 

 

 

 

 

the way your feet

       wears your journey,

 

 

 

the way your spirit

wears your joy.

 

“i say, come dance with me.”