Eugene S.

Salience

That feeling of separation
In a moment
In a twinkling
As the glow of the outside sneaks in

The rawness of sensation
Instilled within
Observed again
To be recalled forever, without end

Is this romance a reflection
To be kept
To be mourned
Before the next hour begins

A fleeting impression
Significant
Omnipotent
Connected to a silence, awoken