Dancing in Memories

You’re dancing in the still waters of my memories,
Tickling streams and currents of color and light,
Wavelets lap at the cloudy recollections,
Washing away the hazes that have slowly cast
O’er visions of you in the moonlight,
Glistening translucent as you lay bare
Skin rising heat-waves shimmer of scents
Which buoy my lungs and sink my heart,
Drawing tears within my eyes, threatening to
Dissolve the last view of the evaporating footprints
You left behind while discarding my life.

 ©Copyright, 2018, Marty Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved

Wild Things

Just about here
Where the land meets the sea
The wild things dance
Happy and free

No worries shade their brow
Joy forever flows
Through their muscles loose
Never tight with woes

Once I was a wild thing
Sand between my toes
Sunlight splashing o’er me
Fresh air drawn in my nose

And though life since has drained me
Pulled me from the sea
My “wild” still itches in the dark
Yearning to be free

As long as yearnings stir me
As long as memories last
I know that I’ll rejoin them
Before more moons slip past

And my dancing may be stiff
When at first I rejoin them there
But my dancing feet will limber
As I shed my every care.

Come join me if you’re wild
Or if you want to be
We’ll dance together you and I
And you’ll feel forever free.

© Copyright 2018, Marty Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved