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.
