Joyful Whims
Most of the time
I would just watch and listen.
She never said anything very profound,
but what I heard
was not the words themselves,
but the spirit in which
she carried herself,
as if she were a bird
taking wing on the wind,
and it gave her the lift
that made her soar.
It was life to me,
reminding me of real joy,
and expressing it,
and all for love.
Though she said little
of much importance,
it was her spirit I heard,
and it woke the similar in me,
that pure whim
where we let ourselves fly.
