Poem: Christmas Dance

There’s a boy sitting alone
Rubbing ice cold hands
Opposite of the warmth
Of a fire burning across the room
He’s wondering why he’s here
Obligation out weighing optimism

Poem: Meeting in the Evening Greeting in the Morning

When I first saw her across a room
The light seemed to attach to her
Glowing like a personal halo illuminating
Her as she danced alone in the crowd
Seemingly unapproachable in beauty
And with unworthy intent I approached