Faded Jeans Living

Like an orchestra within

Reaching the crescendo

Bursting from the clouds

It slowly dances and glides down my cheek

As I spurt and shake and exhale along its way

Wondering – where has thou come

Only to know the one and only truth

Love

It mustn’t be suppressed

Strapped down in fear of weakness or foolishness

For Love this deep must be set free

To run and skip

To play, to sing, for all to hear

For all to see

I find myself standing in awe

Gratefully applauding for an encore

How precious this all is

-Dwight