Poem For A Wedding

This poem was specifically written for my best friend's wedding, which was held two days ago (Saturday, April 30). I was supposed to be one of her bridesmaids, but instead, I was her astral poet.

From the time we are young,
We learn to dance on our own,
To sing radiant echoes into shadows
Amid the blur and rubble that is so often
Life.

We know how to follow the truth
Of our own feet
And we do so with grace.

We continue to dizzy those around us
With spirited wisdom
Until our vivid light begins to dim,
Fading in the dust of fleeing time
And tired mind.

Yet, at the brink of forgetfulness of the self and the wavering
Of inner spark, courage, and heart
Love arrives.

Calls us back.

Burns away the fog that has settled,
Under which we have come to regard as home.

Love rekindles a warmth we have not felt
Since we were children
When we trusted our sturdy minds, noble hearts,
Unfettered feet
To lead us nowhere but to the restful truth of ourselves.


Love is our mirror of light
Love reminds us of who we are
Love inspires once again our unchained dance,

Memorializes our song.

Author's Note

Please note the language used in this poem is considerably more direct than that which I typically employ. I knew I had to write keeping my audience, a sea of non-poet people, interested. Let me know how this different style works. Thank you.

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

hmm with this as the out of the ordinary...I need to read your ordinary...as a poet to poet writing it is good in form and appeal to Me.. but as Chris says..most others dont want to look up the main ideas...so the appeal is fixed...let me read your regular stuff?I'll be back..Laury

[Chris]

In accordance with the note... welcome to the world. I liked your poem's enthusiasm but felt as if you were addressing stereotypes. You know - even 12 year olds have friends they speak with on the other side of the world - quite for real - daily. This isn't the 19th or even the 20th century, people have thoughts AND the ability to express them... it would be nice if fewer needed an Encyclopedia and thesaurus (or at least the links to a free one) to feel what an author wanted to express.

No one HAS to read our thoughts... it makes sense to help them to want to.

Chris

[lovepoet]

This makes me wish that I was in love.

I'm not certain if that was the desired effect, but I'm guessing that it was.

Even now, your words dance inside me, I'm rather enjoying that.

[Ed Hart]

thems lovely words warming at the coals of your loving heart