Questor's Song To Shared Delights
by NB, 2015
It is not where I've been
Where I am or when.
It is not a place or time,
A particular scent of thyme,
A branch of a tree
Or a friend of mine.
It isn't even a thought of you,
A blossom on a drop of dew,
A dust mote in the lazy sun,
A moment when I've had my fun.
It isn't anything with a name,
Or something sweet though quite inane,
Or even downtown lights at night
That might make everything feel alright,
It's none of these and none of those,
Dressed to the nines or without clothes.
It's more than these and less than those,
A little bit of wriggling toes
Against the carpet of the night,
And all the journeys I've been on,
In search of every song that's sung,
And every laugh that's ever loosed,
I think it is in moments where
I've seen you dance and leap in air,
And land as though the planets spin
For you alone as ever's been.
It is for that and not for this,
To watch you light the dark abyss,
And see your smile make bright new suns
A little jealous just this once,
To be outshined, and be outspun -
It is THIS that makes life so much fun!