between capturing
and treasuring, there is
 all the difference:
  one values the collecting,
  the other collects value

imagine the wind
sweeping across a far beach
 the waves interplay
  as you feel your lost freedom
  returning to its real home

the laughing moments
pouring down in waterfalls
 cleaning the dust off
  of souls gone too serious
  and hearts too isolated

a look more than touch
reaching across the silence
 finding a new home
  brings a satisfying rest
  to the unsuspecting heart

love is poetry
everyday life is prose
 both are important
  with two people together
  each mattering equally

when hands embrace
intimate thoughts are exchanged
 out in the open
  they whirled as two dancers would
  uncaring of audience

some moments live on
not just in pictures, but in
 how we see the world.
  where do you store your moments?
  is its key hidden or lost?

it is in being
that action may lastly rest
 in its completeness.
  understand now surrender;
  comprehend acquiescence.

come now with softness
into the room of secrets;
 rest your yearning heart.
  what can be truly will be,
  the imagined realized.