Finally, the first poem of Feb

There is a glow, emanating from her smile.
There is a wave of pleasure, awaiting in her arms.
There is a love, hiding in the forest.
There is a hope, dancing with her sighs.

There is clarity, caught among the clouds.
There is honesty, held within her heart.
There is truth, blossoming from a betrayal.
There is effervescence, bubbling and free.

There is 'never', dwindling in power.
There is 'future', opening and open.
There is 'rapture', rampant in the field.
There is 'power', allowing me to trust.

There is a moment, waiting on the journey.
There is a movement, waiting in its cradle.
There is a memory, waiting to be woken.
There is a chance, waiting to be taken...

RC 6-2-26