Her Smiles Are Arrows Through The Darkness

My heart never found rest,

only the truth of blue being a verb.

As seen,

confessed,

at the stairwell,

all those streaming faces including thier prompting question,

"How do you spell success?"

I'd nod in response.

Volunteer wholeness within complete silence.

No,

my heart never found rest.

Only the proverbial return of grace,

felt most brightly in a smile.

Angels peaking out from behind the curtain,

stringing stars like pearls.

Like lovers,

side by side,

hand in hand,

be it dancing in the hallway

or

striding along the shore,

giving the soul nowhere to hide.

Asking, "What fall?"