Dance of the 7 veils

If I snap my fingers, 

filled with cymbals

will you follow?

Is there someone out there

that leads you

draws you

tempts you

awake?

Like a silhouette in the snow

a pond in the frost

or the sun peeking out.

Someplace,  home calls you.

Your mother's voice when the lights come on

Your fathers glare when perfect fails

Do-overs that last for hours and hours

and leave you knowing

you'll never be

IT.

But you sustain,

holding tightly to a dream

and a wish

for a better time, a better place

a warmer heart to hold yours.

Better times are coming

and when they go again

you will still be

warm

safe

loved

HERE.