Monday, January 17, 2011


In this moment
All is still
But for the quick breeze
That rustles my hair
You’re watching me
As the breeze kisses my face
The laughter floats 
And the glow surrounds us 
Like the mystery 
That remains unspoken here
Don’t move; I’m afraid 
Of this moment’s departure
When the glow fades 
What will be left 
But the mystery?
Just stop, and be still... 

Forget there’s little time 
And stay with me here 
In this moment.

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