Jesse's Dance
You said once , the tragedy of a dreamer is they always see the beauty just before dawn..
Alas that is true as you and I always met to watch the sun rise on the river..
Darling dreamer mysterious southern gent, how I miss our converse..
Your amazing smile as we danced at dawn in the land of sun..
When we met you were so kind not wanting to intrude,
you came tapped me on the sholder, as the wind whipped through my hair..
So polite, so kind asking me to dance a waltz divine.
The tragedy is, I found out while I was away you died..
No more mornings at dawn personified..
I remember you said Shadow, I am not a kind man..
How alone in the darkness you did stand..
I saw through the exterior, into the debths of your soul,
Where beauty and honor still did grow..
Softness and grace,and honor still had shown on your face.
Now at dawn at the park alone I do sit..
Having an emotional poetic fit..
How I do miss your grace,
the look of amazement when you saw my dress of black lace.
Today at dawn I dance through space and tyme..
As I dance for thee, one last shadowdance divine..
Now your sweet soul is free of pain is free,
Will you dance a two step through eternity with me??
In the cusp we did meet..
in the cusp, your soul I still greet.
In between space and tyme,
Somewhere again we will Shadowdance divine..
Somewhere where there is the scent of magnolia in the air..
Somewhere in the shadow lair
For Jesse
shadow soldier
southern gent.
~Shadowdancer~
5-26-07
3:33 am
