Monthly Archives: March 2011

in a moment

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When should I start? When is the moment? How does it begin? What will I say? Did I miss it? Should I wait for five minutes to pass or will the moment never come because I purposely waited for it. So then I will create the moment now. A moment in which I am bathing under velvet pink rain standing on top of yellow green orange leaves pressing against a tilting earth. In this moment, I am free.

There a moment, in time, but not this time, here with the pen and the paper.

I wonder what this night will bring. I wonder what moments it will craft beautifully and set them aside awaiting for someone to take part of it. To notice its efforts, to understand that it’s on your side. Will you notice the night? Will you feel its breath on your heart? Will you notice its eyes full of love, trying to tell you that love is abundant.

I remember certain moments, where night played center stage and broke me loose from convention. I remember sweetness in the days when I felt the hands of time its body rushing rose petals on my skin. moment inventing greater moments. Communicating within themselves, sparkling inside of joy of seeing my heart jump out of my stomach in such happiness at such brilliant moments.

Trembling, but never fearing night.

I am here before you naked in my thoughts.

Sky of honey see of diamonds covering me inside of hope.