Tag: dance

Find Us Dancing

Fell out mostly intact,

Find Us Dancing

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Mind wanders off leash 

spouting faithful skyward, 

to fall as unwitting heaven.

A shared message spreads 

wings, our moment soars

sunshine escapes through 

our eyes in endless horizon. 

Listening for the old town

bell, pitched from liferaft 

ocean welcomes my drift. 

An all supposing endeavor 

toe test jacuzzi everywhere 

there’s calm in the bear cage.

Always on your shoulder

though you never asked 

why, summons received by 

the approaching storm 

anchored by above’s below. 

Harbored hearts sway to

rolling thunder, on a bridge 

over water life passes by,

butterfly sermon finds 

your ear, river impressions 

say more than words dare.

Living in those crosshairs 

reclined satisfaction of one

who smiles at ceilings, 

as a world unto known.  

Dressed For Holiday

There comes a time, and even then we can’t say for certain.

Dressed for Holiday

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Jettison my darling, find this common wake,

throwback pairs of defining lights, smirking

sky bounds unrequited, dressed for holiday. 

Chariots of exacting grace fiddle across our

pendulum planet. Veiled modalities pierced by 

opposing ends, cogent leaps of boomeranged 

expressions surface over pent up millenia. 

Sojourned doubt dances over the void, the 

grand swath of limerick contusions, embodied

with gallant strides through our one true vein.

To Be in your Thoughts

When you said so, with me forever.

Impressions…

To Be in your Thoughts

By Tyler Lucas Mobley

Don’t know how I got here, but I’m happy to stay,

make myself comfortable, dance around and play. 

Was it something I said that popped me in your head?

Nice of you to have me, you really didn’t have to,

all the ways of wishing, sure did bring us true. Love

when you have me over, feel I could stay awhile, 

best part of being here is getting to watch you smile. 

And when the children ask, ‘were you like this when

you were young?’ We’ll only momentarily interrupt 

our impressions of sizzling shrimp to ask with 

condescension what is meant by ‘were young,’ then

straight back on the barbie we’ll go. I play the harmonica 

between your legs, lost in enchanted song. A realized

seat upon the piano bench of time, always playing 

for as long as you are mine. Throughout your darling 

days my little whispers tickle as they trace your wings 

with the morning dew we once knew. As you tread the 

garden of your golden hour mind, find me tiling away, 

tending with love the fruits thereof.