Flowers from branches above

murmur that one melody from

so long ago, their time before.

It sings now on the wind,

tones in minors yet so powerful.

Impetuous and wild-eyed while

pining and planning for excitement

the world over,

she saw his gentle smile and stopped

suddenly still in the madcap, open world.

He’d been to the world, called out in return when

he needed to serve and every night saw

home grow more focused in his wizened eyes, and

her boundless energy took ever more colors

with each dream.

Their first dances were on busses with

transistor radios, church galas with

crepe paper decorations, jazz dives with

grizzled poets scribbling to notes played

while the two swayed everywhere, anywhere,

each day they had together.

The songs play now in improvised notes,

a phrase wafting in on the breeze in harmony

with the rustles from above.

A lifetime of holding each other gently,

a tender blessing to each other,

they sit together and envision their next adventure

while their hearts dance in bliss.