We wrote the lines of color… the lines of swirls and of magic. We wrote the yellows of the sun and the greens of the grass and white clouds and flowers. We wrote inside of the lines with reds and blues… with brown tree limbs and ripe apples. We wrote the lines of holding hands near a house with crooked windows and purple curtains. We wrote the lines that form a name and the lines that shape a heart… full and trusting. We wrote the lines of I love you… and I miss you… the lines of secret notes and wishes. We wrote the lines of keepsakes and memories…
We searched the search of hidden treasures… the search for the silken threads that hide beneath the branches in the shade… the search for the web that moves under our breath and in the breeze. We searched for the answers for why and the answers for what if. We searched within the cool grass that was our stage to the heavens… the heavens that held the mysteries of the stars and of the glow of the moon. We search for the lights that held onto the sky and were awed by its size. We searched the search for God and for truth…
And then we danced. We danced the dance of closed eyes in the edge of night... the dance of the music surrounding us like the wind. We danced alone with the songs of the season. We danced the dance of freedom… it found us moving in rhythm as I held you to my chest and felt your pulse. We danced the dance that held time in a bubble… the dance of your head tucked beneath my chin... the dance of comfort and confidence… the dance of warmth and of father and child. We danced the dance of a day in my memory...
Shannon R Killman
