moments

sometimes there are moments
you want to capture
lock up in a box
be able to see again
pure and original

as they start to fade
colors turn dark against the background
images become something else
brush strokes across the sky
loose their presence
a wind blows passed your face
like a lover forgotten

the moment moves on

Published in: poetry | on August 31st, 2009 |
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