GENTLE RHYTHM

His black lines were in my dreams.

The delicate feet dancing on his pink pillow.

I wish it was easy for him.

Holding his hand whispering into his ear soft winds of silence.

The clouds were dancing to his dreams.

I was sitting breathing to his gentle rhythm.

It has been a while..... I know.....

Sometime life just happens and its hard to stop and create new dreams

and words.

But when I look at these two little people my heart is full of strength,

That this time I will do it.

Its like taking a moment to breath.

Its taking a moment for them.

They are my many moments.

I am grateful for my Lion and Dancer.