Snapshots
If we could only capture an instant,
one frame of this life with but our eyes;
freeze the clouds adorning the argent crescent,
count the raindrops on a storm-soaked leaf -
where might we be?
If the beauty present in one second
could be stretched to encompass each day;
the eyes of a pet, loving with no thought of lies,
the words with a friend, badgering and boon both -
what tangles might we unravel?
If we could rob this unduly perturbing world
of every snatch of glee in our grasp;
a bolt of lightning dancing in an eyelid's sky,
a laugh caught in the lens of a memory -
what tapestry might we paint with these echoes?
If we can strive to hold these glimpses of a grin,
these flashes finite, fleeting and fundamental;
the chapter that keeps you in its thrall, ensorcelled,
the cat's tail curling continually 'round your calf -
what tale might we spin from these ghosts of a moment?
Copyright © Andy Sprouse | Year Posted 2019
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