Friday, December 29, 2006

That Moment

The dreaming moments
Between traffic light dance
All amber-hue washed, paled
To sickly milk.

Waiting for movement
Your steps from dream to life.
The colours keep on fading;
Your smile withers.

Speaking from silence
I try to hold you here, now,
But tears have no binding power.
The moment fades
And is gone.

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