A Scatter of Moments
She was far more than a scatter of moments
a series of
breath-taking dreams ..
Part familiar
yet somehow remaining distant and torn
along the line
of some fucking invisible seam ..
She was stillness and silent, a sparkle a glint ..
She was the scent
of wild flowers, of rivers and streams ..
Yes indeed,
she was a scatter of moments, a calm soothing
balm on a hot summer day
She was a lover
a stranger an enigma a friend ..
She was wholesome, yet broken, a cool mist
and a promise
at the end of a very long day ..
Yes, my love was more than a scatter of moments by far ..