|
Written by Lauren Snyder
|
|
Tuesday, 09 September 2008 |
|
The moment is here.
Long imagined and anticipated.
Thoughts and words crammed together
As if jammed in a doorway.
Unable
To escape the density of my emotions.
Each eager to scream
Their priority and their utmost importance.
Wanting to be the one to claim:
Ah! Yes!
I'm the word,
I'm the feeling,
I'm the expression
That describes this event,
Shares this sentiment,
Illuminates this moment.
But, alas,
All remain ensnared in the entrance
And none escape the scramble...
So, the moment has been left alone
Without description.
As it is.
Long imagined and anticipated.
Free to be a sacred, silent
moment. |
|
Last Updated ( Wednesday, 10 September 2008 )
|
