Whirlwind

Triumph.
Eloquent yet subliminal.
Like charades beneath the moon light.
Strobed mannerisms.
Emphatic delight, prose and seditious.
The dust clears after a roaring pursuit.
Air in hands. But not empty.
  Sinking in to the night was expected.
Drowning in laughter was not. 
The tide is now lower. 
The leap a shorter distance

Victory.
It is a skipped heart beat.
A captured glance.
Sincere questions
Positive attitudes
Whirlwinds, Butterflies.
Spring must be here.