There are moments that spring to mind,
Distant memories
Of a time once ago;
That call us to tears or laughter.
Or perhaps to reveal
A silent, stolen smile from a lost moment.
Resonance of a simple note that strummed
In our heart the perfect chord
There are moments that leap out,
In inopportune flights of fancy.
A smile from a complete stranger,
Triggering recollection a familiar scent,
Etched in time and in soul;
A meaning lost to all but the beholder.
Resonating a simple note that stroked
Once in our souls the perfect chord.
Come such ebbing moments,
If only for the fleeting recollection
Of the begotten gains of a lost summer.
From a moment that was built
Upon another moment
In an endless cycle of forever more.
Truly the times are but moments that fade;
A once resounding perfection chord
Fading; a simple note no more...
- 28 September 2010
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Daniel
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