There is a moment kissed between dawn and the
Last remains of night -
Two world for an instant holding
Singular magic of its
Own.
A breeze becomes a hush of
Secrets sweeping soft
Against your lips.
And now you know - you hold secrets of
Your own traded in this moment.
Later - with a touch,
A whisper, a quiet breath swept
Against me.
I know too.
Sunday, June 28, 2009 at 12:57pm