Never before had the gentle wind
Blown through the majesty of a moments glance
almost as if it were a figment of imagination
The look that gleamed back at me...before only read about
Pretending not to notice, I looked away
Almost like a child, as if I,d done something wrong
But we both knew what I had seen
We both knew we could feel it...even from across the room
In contemplative thought my mind allowed my lips to chatter
Aimlessly they rambled on, almost as if they were a recording on auto-play
Yet the track in my mind held onto the fleeting moment past
Like water to a thirsty man, I caressed the single drop
"Why so scared" I asked myself
"Afraid of the moment"?
Declining an answer,
Once more I just looked away
And waited until the cold wind howled in the
Middle of the night...to think of this thought...again
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