Graceful dancers <br />your fingers hold stories, <br />softly spoken secrets, <br />whispers of love <br />echoes from the hills, <br />laughter, <br />tears. <br /> <br />I lay on your blanket <br />my lashes laden with hues. <br />Dreams in color bright <br />sway with wind <br />as my eyes behold <br />the magical movement <br />perfectly in time <br />with the melody <br />in my mind. <br /> <br />Waves of color <br />flowing gracefully. <br />Love's blazen red <br />painted with the designs of life, <br />images of hope <br />the green of newness, <br />memories of sadness <br />the color of the earth, <br />a tapestry <br />woven with desire's <br />threads of gold. <br /> <br />The sky is your partner <br />leading the dance <br />like shadow and light, <br />like moon and sun, <br />lovers embracing <br />moving as one. <br /> <br />I watch in wonder <br />as my eyes behold <br />grace in motion. <br />Here in the Fall of seasons, <br />I watch your fingers <br />telling stories, <br />remembering Spring, <br />feeling the passion of Summer. <br />Oh, glorious row of trees <br />you are perfection <br />dancing in the ballroom <br />of God's house.<br /><br />Mari Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/row-of-trees/
