Almost In Love Poem by Judith Vriesema

Almost in love,
emotion spiralled into an instrumental,
composing hesitant notes on a still summer afternoon.
In that moment,
words became wedded to chords that were gently played upon layers of history and musical bliss.
Almost in love,
silver strings followed streams and paths no longer trod in apathy nor in glances lost to intermittent silences.
Almost in love,
the past became slowly broken
like
seagulls gliding through flights of storm-laden clouds;
time dissipating the angry moments with selflessness.
Words stolen from tears fell from instrumentals strewn across compositions;
the heart finally recognizing the breathless escape of a whisper.
The word 'almost' became a sigh that grew into a smile drawn into one thought on pieces of paper carried by the northern wind.
Windows mirrored the rain that fell from words left unspoken;
light taking flight from a sun that spoke in those moments
when rivers follow roads to places where evergreens grow.
Almost in love,
an instrumental wove a dream written upon a stone wall that was somewhere far away
while the river drew circles around
currents of complications created by the word 'almost'.