The Circle of Life

There's a moment
in the movie theatre
You're both sitting there
your hands slowly
creeping to each other
Your eyes shift down
looking and waiting
Until finally one hand
reaches up and grabs the other
You both let out a sigh
A smile on your face

There's a moment
before the question
You listen about their feelings
their knees slowly
giving into gravity
Your eyes shift down
looking and waiting
Until finally a question
reaches your ears
You let out a sigh
unable to speak
Your head nodding

There's a moment
under the altar
You stare into each other's eyes
smiling as you do
There is no notice of
anyone around
Until finally the statement is made
celebration erupts
You share a kiss
officially

There's a moment
before the document is signed
You sit in separate rooms
your hands holding fists
Your eyes shift down
looking at the litigation
Until finally the lawyer
reaches a settlement
You let out a sigh
jaws clenched
wondering what now

There's a moment
when you're alone
Illness has befallen you
There is no hand to hold
no eyes to gain reassurance
Instead you sit
remembering
Until finally you no longer
remain
You arrive at your only consolation
You let out a breath
no smile to be found

What Should Become of Me?

What should I become?
A stone?
Hard, jagged lines encasing my shell?
A mystery, a sustaining riddle?
The secrets I could keep
Hidden in the inner most part,
The heart of this stone
Where no one can reach it.

Should I become a flower?
Beauty stretched across my form?
A lifetime of love?
Only to be short lived.
To die, much too soon
To be gone from the one who
Picked me.

Shall I become the wind?
A gust of energy, a burst of happiness?
A vehicle for those who need escape?
I would take fantasies, thoughts,
The greatest desires to the
Farthest reaches of the Earth.
I could extend my hand to those
Sick, troubled, in pain.
To those, homeless, abused,
Neglected, confused.

A rock can sustain.
A flower can love.
A wind can comfort.

But, what should become of me?