There are no words to capture this
exquisite moment of pure bliss
between the grasp and letting go
between the thought and need to know
There are no words that can express
the soft caressing tenderness
of just a second’s quiet peace
between holding and just released
Drowned out by a heartbeat,
its low murmur barely heard
below the gentle cry of stones
that wish to become birds
There are no words that can relate
the edge of time, the end of fate,
between the lines the phrases flow
and not yet sentenced, fade and go.
There are no words to ponder on
from hallowed texts, their marrow gone;
between each page, a film of dust
speaks what it can, to whom it must.
20 DEC 2004
