8: Congratulations

I don't know if I was able to cross it over

From my heart to your ear

That you did one good job,

That you were so great up there

And for what it's worth--

Although I don't know if I should feel this way

But still, I do--

I'm proud of you, you disabled dancer

And you'll always have a fan in me

3: Life

We breathe, we live

We laugh, we live

We cry, we live

We survive, we live

We die, we live

1: Sight-seeing

I gaze at you while you gaze, too

You gaze at letters arranged with sense,

Lines of sense filling page after page

Lines gently traced by your finger tips

You look intently, deeply

You try to understand that you seem to not comprehend

With a wrinkled forehead

You attempted to decipher

You scratch your forehead

And shuffle on your seat

As noise filled the place where we stayed

Music played, laughter emanated

And then you flipped the page

Your bright red bookmark filled a different space than before

You smiled at the new lines of sense that caught your eye

And so I smiled, too

I smiled at you then gazed away