Dancing and Waking - two poems for MY little one

my life danced,
and reasoned i,
that certainly and solely
and once only
in my lifes (sigh)

lonely one step (two)

so damned fast
that all
the breath and the
peace and the thrill
and the fire
and the love is

a two step (you)

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if…

at the first
waking mindful moment
when dreams reason
surrenders to gentle lightning

before i am conscious
of my own breath rising

or even why (or how)

were i not
to find
you in & of me

there’d be no grace
of living past (just now)

© Guy - 2005