moments of time
where you rain colored eyes
collided with mine, and
reflected like taintless puddles
our intentions.

The vaguest of memories
emerge out of the still night,
the sky is all stars, and
the symphony of summer
has played its last note.

The street is so loud, but
the world is so quiet,
and one is with one’s self, alone,
amidst the torrents of voices,
the sea of faces.

But your hand is in mine-
and no one else can feel
what I feel in this fragile instant.
And in that second
of a hundred days,
my heart is warm, again.


written on halloween.