Animal

Another way of looking,

no better way to go

in the midst of darkness falling

more here than you can know.

again, I see hearts pounding

like my footprints through the snow.

Angel

There's an angel up above

looking down at me:

she smiles oh-so-sweetly

from her perch upon the tree.

Nowhere else to wander,

I stand and gaze above

she swings her legs with childish glee:

an angel truly made of love.

Dance Contest

A slip of the tongue

and she stumbles

to the pavement

as her universe rumbles,

growling, beneath her feet

Her sole interest divided:

it cracks, lets the good times

seep through and bruise.

Dancing is no crime,

but now she feels defeat.

The contest is over--

stupid old shoes.

Gray Film

A gray film floats on top

Resting, awaiting its judgment day.

Its essence gurgles as a light breeze

  thrills it across the water;

It jumps in surprise when a fish

  nips at it from below.

It doesn't know where it came from,

  but it's happy.

In the sun, it almost glimmers

  --almost beautiful

In the shade, it's barely there

  --almost belongs.

Ingrained in the film,

there's a moment

Entranced by the film,

I am there.