From the wet sodden ground
two leaves in her palm
are rescued as if she's found jewels.
Reflecting the light, they are covered with pearls
of glistening dew from the dawn
She fondles them gently. A smile on her face
Examining slowly, she will turn them around,
like pieces of gold she has found
A moment like this, has suspending all time
A moment that's clearly sublime
The soft light of morning halos her hair,
to circle her curls, while framing her face
Crowning the moment with Chantilly lace
and swelling my heart with a small trace of pain
My soul is imploding with love for this child...
Yet, shadowing slowly is a knowing, somehow,
that all things so fragile will last just awhile
I know somewhere out there,
a star's gone awry,
A stray shooting star has traveled in line...
to fracture the shell of this instant in time
So quickly it comes, from the selvage of night
Faster it comes, than the tempo of light
to shatter such moments divine
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1/16/17
Categories:
selvage, child, light,
Form: Free verse