Vivacity

Step one, step two, three, four, twelve, twenty
When the day can make room for counting, it feels
Alive like fresh sheets, and wet grass smell tumbling 
          in the dark
Living days breathe like the burn of a candle wick,
Wafting over lemony counters

You know these days
When you hear the soundtrack to your life playing
          in just the next room
When the bounce in your step has a tempo
And the sun remembers that you're the reason
          it's shining
Any moment now, you'll reach
The victorious crescendo drawing felicity
Out of breathless air

Who knows why these days, the perfect ones
Seem to be shy
But they're willing to dance with you, leaving
          you at the end of the song
With sunshine in your stomach 
And the taste of restless yearning on your tongue