There's a moment,
In the transfixation.
Where all is found,
When the music stiffens.
I'm silent and focused,
Alone with my dreams.
Touching the meaning,
That I've fought to get.
It isn't everyday,
That I get the chance.
To find a moment,
Where I can rest.
Within your eyes,
Is the skeleton key.
To every door,
That is lost to me.
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Comments1
such moments, visit me too
sometimes
but always, fleetingly...
(thanks for sharing, dear poet)
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