My Soul Dances With Joy Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Like an impulse, my spirit is soaring,
dancing with joy on the wings of the breeze.
The heart is like a fountain outpouring,
dreaming to dwell in the shell of the seas.

Love is a melody in motion,
a crescendo that collides on the lips,
nothing less than a flood of devotion
upon the arc of Aurora's ellipse.

A handful of sky; and I am happy,
folding the day into my heart unseen.
Hugging life like a blanket about me,
I lie down in splendor, so soft and green.

The sun is sculpting shadowed silhouettes
out of leafy branches and daffodils
that disappear in playful pirouettes,
rolling like children down virulent hills.

My feelings linger and outlast the day.
My heart is climbing the heights of our love,
stretching like stars across the Milky Way,
falling into Orion's arms above.

The silver stroke of midnight is glowing
as the moon rises on radiant wings,
and the night breeze is pleasantly blowing,
tugging at tendrils and pulling on strings.

Like a poem hungry for completion
or a tree rooting for permanent ground,
I am but part of this grand accretion
in this circle of life in which I'm bound.

Like a wildflower dancing in daylight
or a star-flower shining over sea,
I am a songbird summoning twilight,
pressed into the pages of poetry.