A Moment in Time
Stirred, I was, by one tonight,
with hair of gold and eyes of light.
Into my mind this one did burn
a hollowness - a want - a yearn.
Her milky flesh and ripened breasts,
her cold hands warmed by my caress,
and essence of her curly locks
are longed by me as time tick-tocks.
I close my eyes and take a breath
and dream of life - not of death -
a life where she and I shall have
a moment in time on Love’s behalf.
A moment in Love, though brief it be,
is better than all eternity,
for moments and memories are lost with life,
which makes them most precious - without price.
They are the blocks of which life is built,
and they vanish forever when life is spilt.
Eternity, on the other hand,
is just a concept we don’t understand.
It’s something that we shall never see.
It’s worthless… It’s useless… Eternity.
So, my Dear, with this all said,
I dream a dream where you are led
by may hand to end this rhyme
in a moment of Love… a moment in time.
January 29, 1991