Movement

Each had times when life stood

still

with events and people put on momentary

hold

brief moments in one's own head

when the world became

quiet and content

as quickly as those moments come

they become like dreams

after waking up; for some

the moment stays,

lingers; for others

the life of hectic charge resumes

these moments,

regardless,

pass

much like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day

come enjoyed gone, eventually

forgotten.

these moments reminisce of days

when sunrise and sunset

had meaning

I sometimes wonder

what silence on a knoll at sunrise during

a hot summer day

feels like;

what a cool breeze at sunset

smells and listens like

let not the little moments drift on by

or you too

like those watching the sky at the brink of dawn and dusk

shall be left

longing

for the beauty that was

Serenity.