Moments

Moments . . .
Happenings plucked from the swirl of time
Circumstance suspended
Like blown glass on fine filament wire
Caught by the sun
Spilling rainbows of reality
Flash of forever

In the window of a Parisian hotel
Sipping bottled water
Amy watches the morning . . .
The green streetcleaner
The man in his matching uniform
Cleaning the already neat streets
People walking hand in hand,
Two friends meeting
Exchanging a kiss on both cheeks
In the window of a Parisian hotel
Sipping bottled water
Amy for eternity

Caught in crystal
Blood and bone
Of being
Life

Is made of
Moments


©Edwina Peterson Cross
~ For Amy Caroline Velho ~