Wishful Thinking - May 17, 2012

The dance (tentative at first)

begins with a compliment
A mutual appreciation of the 

quirks and oft-overlooked facets

of whom we truly are

There’s nothing but words to 

spur on the rising tide 

of emotion 

that could very well drown me 

perhaps you too 

It’s hard to know what’s real 

when everything – life – seems 

so beautiful 

What part of your soul lets you know 

you’ve met your complement?