The Moments Death of a Mind
This hesitant now is,
a still wind silenced.
Transparent gods passing
while it was eternity.
No voices or opinions
to guess twice.
Just "is" all and ever,
if only for a sigh.
gentle breezes joined
with windows left open.
Not a day across land.
above all mindful dreams.
Everything is a little clearer,
When it stops…….
The hesitation,
where thoughts ceased to be.
Copyright © Joe Curtis | Year Posted 2007
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