something there is
something there is
in the pastel blur of color
of you racing with
letters to post in hand
something there is
in the prismed shards of
laughter you weave through
the shadows of your friends
something there is
in the clear staccato of your
worn leather boots
signaling your unshakable will
and though i believed my heart
knew everything to know
about who i am in this world
and what is and is not chance
something there is
new found within my breast
now awakens whenever
you come into view
something there is
in every cell waiting to
unleash its sacred purpose
to seek and to find you
something there is
in me that has loved you
by hidden and sacred design
too long silent and still
something there is
in having found you
and remembering with joy
i love to sing and dance