I tell the story often
because it is my favorite
of how I was not looking
until you had me seeing
I walked in grayer thoughts then
mucky trail of stunted dreams
that grabbed at heels for tripping
and whetted fears for slipping
It was a lesser time where
all I wanted was a light
a lucent path for being
that led to a belonging
Aimed with purpose, bright with haste
your spirit flooded the hall
my darkness, shredded, leaving
a life for hope and loving
a tilting of air 