jimon-jito

internal dialog

When

At times a sadness
    colors my eyes
    settles like a thin veil.
It is not so much for now
    but for times lost.

It is too easy to forget
    that this moment is only once;
    this encounter
    this leaving
    this kiss
    this glance
    a night’s dream
    a day’s drama.

Only once,
    your face as it moves from smiles
      to tears;
     your body as it wraps mine
      and moves away;
     your soul as it binds the universe
      and sinks to a singular point.

Only once,
    this ache of not knowing;
     this wonder in a child’s eyes
    this despair in some insane hurt
    this touch that lingers.

My past is full of
    misplaced regrets
    unexplained stories
    and sacred rememberings.

My future reaching for
    expected hopes
     imagined journeys
    and uncertain death.

The pleasure is to place my feet upon this ground,
    this one time
    this one place.

     Listen.

It will not repeat.

Written by Michael Farris

December 28, 2008 at 4:09 pm

Posted in Copeland Books

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