Moments
It takes but a moment to move from strength to strength. Measured time kills the beauty of what we have. Revel in the 'moment'.
Between minute and second, just a slight traction.
The time it takes to inhale scent of flower,
Or be bowled over by the show of power,
Or soak in the tiny spray of first shower,
Or lock eyes with the steeple and tower.
These I would not want to record and measure;
Rather fill my life with mirth and rich treasure.
To add light by the time I'm grey and old,
Add value to all life's memories bold,
To ensure that I can etch in dust of gold,
A wandering for the desired new mold.
A minute, a second... a moment's right,
I'll treasure and use to pass the night.
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