Monday, November 28, 2005
precious momentsOldies playing quietly in the background
Basking in the glow of candlelight
Smiles lighting up our faces
Our eyes sparkling
Radiant as we laugh over
Two glasses of vino
Stories pouring from our lips
Flowing out of our hearts
As we shared our passions and lives
Lamenting over the lack of time
Quiet settled over
As we slowly made our exit
And then I felt the frisson
Like never before
I was drawn
But then you said goodbye
And took my hand
Forever was in this instant
This instant I wished would last and last
Right then, and every moment afterwards.
Sometimes when you least expect it, the wind comes and sweeps you off your feet, washes the world clean again and makes you see the stars in the expanse of the dark night sky. And that moment of clarity ushers in hope and makes you want to throw all caution to the wind, because here was bliss that had long been a stranger, here was passion the guarded heart could not ignore.
"There is every possible reason for happiness, but it’s a moment of sadness too…
Although the poet Shelley was right about our sincerest laughter being fraught with sadness, it’s the sadness, in a way, which makes our happiness complete."
Excerpts from Where there’s a Will: Thoughts on the Good Life by John Mortimer
Fever up, again. I do things like write poems at 8-ish in the morning.
rachel at 9:08 PM