Poetic Endorphins
The last time she was here,
She sat across a chair,
Just messaging her husband –
The daughter we so rarely see,
The very image of
Her lovely mother —
For moments such as this, we live:
We store them up, and keep them
As a treasure —
Not knowing, in vicissitude,
The next time that we’ll ever have
Another
evanescent, momentary,
all life’s joys are such —
glorying within the feel:
the taste, the scent, the touch —
fleeting bits of dissipation,
water, air, and sun —
evanescent. momentary,
everything
and none
In violet stillness,
her shining eyes
sweep the horizon,
by breathless waters,
as summer mist drifts
toward waking stars.
You turn your head and look –
the moment’s gone;
But memories, like pictures,
linger on –
The glories of the journey,
bright, and pure:
The stories of a heart
that’s still unsure –
But still, we put them out there –
and we should —
Those moments where we turn to look,
and all
is good
Falling rain and heart and sky
Landing softly. You and I
Kissing there amid the spray
Of some long-lost summer’s day
Secret-telling in the dusk,
Perfumed hair, and skin and musk;
Peeling back the edge of shy,
Falling rain and heart and sky
