“Millisecond”
On the precipice,
caught between foggy choices,
hair’s breath decisions.
Steve D
On the precipice,
caught between foggy choices,
hair’s breath decisions.
Steve D
Moments flutter by,
adding up to a habit
to equate lifestyle.
Steve D
Writing fits and starts,
a cobbling of narration
in quiet moments.
Steve D
Pieces on the map,
best laid and waiting for their
opportune moment.
Steve D
I hear the voices,
echoes shifting in and out,
caught between moments.
Steve D
Transcendent passion,
momentary glowing glance,
binding us in light.
Steve D
The moment whispers,
a feeling captured like an
imprint on the heart.
Steve D