The World Stood Still
A thought without shape is rare;
a flower in spring that might not bear
petals and scent to attract a need,
and rarer still is the shape
of something as delicate as a face.
flooding north, east, south, and west
to the nature of a
body which holds tenderly a smile.
A three dimensional ephemeral moment
found and lost in the distance of oceans
and bonded to
the frozen clock of time,
fading to the flat line of your impearled heart.
And today, I wake and find my fate
to be mixed into your universe. We
ascend into the blue sky of yesterday
and today and tomorrows.
It is said we say farewell and hello
to no obligations of the parting and the meeting.
I did not see you coming, as I did not
foretell the cloudy past to end with a sun beam
blooming this morning. Yet,
each face, your face, is beautifully enlightened and
walks the continued extending path all
while the world stood still to embrace another union.
Alive is the beginning,
as we dance to the end of another
burning and churning into
life’s parting hour glass of time.