When Time Stood Still

When time stood still, it found us two on higher ground. A wondrous view lay below, for it was spread with jasmine blossoms white and red and bluebells nodding in the breeze nearby weeping willow trees. We stood there on that hill - amazed - when time stood still. We stood between the day and night, a radiant light in our sight. Sun that had begun to slide beyond our small hill’s western side. We watched it touch down, saw it gild all the flowers in the field. When all the world was good, on verge of dusk we stood. When time moved on, it found us then asleep in our old spot, a glen. Tired at last, we’d made our way that moonless night, until we lay in darkening serenity. Then awakened, we would see the whispering of dawn as precious time moved on. . . 5/6/2022