Colin F. Jones

DANI

We who seek love are great critics of ourselves
Without which we falter like a clipped winged Dove
Becoming prey to the vulture inside that dwells
In the vacant spaces where there should be love.
Sometimes we measure, with a faulty rule,
All our thoughts of defects as one wrong,
Not knowing that we all possess the fool
Who cannot sing in tune their own true song.
Seek then the heartbeat thumping at your breast;
Find its momentum – the rhythmic pattern set
And know that it beats in time with all the rest
That gather here as friends – true friends fair met.
For what you seek you first must give away;
First you must leave to find where you must stay.

Author’s Note: For Danielle N. Calhoun. I had no doubts about you returning Dani. And dear lady, speak not of apology for you have offended no one. I’ve written a quick verse, it may not make sense… ah, but we can only try.