In these moments

The quiet place between then and now

where silence hangs heavy yet so light,

in this place where I breathe the darkness

through the pale shine of a coming day-

giving thanks for little things

as flowers die to scent the air

lavender essence to soothe the mind.

Memories play games through dreams at night

anger meets love and we watch the play

stage set and words fly through the air

daggers thrust into emptiness

for you can not kill such beautiful things

as love and laughter will move forward

gently taking the piece to create peace,

we watch spellbound wondering where it leads,

this image that flips past quicker than space

and time meanders like a flowing river

as we drift into new images

the scent of spring things and yesterdays

and the songs that play in the jukebox of our heads

liven the atmosphere with rhythm,

sun rises to greet through white shades drawn,

and the dream slips away into the memory store,

catalogued and chronicled for later thought

and the feet walk bare on grains of sand

yet we think of salt and the feel of the earth

stretched out and moving below us

languid in itself,

it does only what it knows how to do,

from its birth till the end of time

pulled in the gravity of a thousand moments

of star dust and planets we know will be,

though not quite seen,

just a speck like the sea salt and sand,

as we settle in with our cup of wakefulness,

we honor the moments

for the gifts they bestow.