"Moments" - by Francis Lynn

Moments


It wasn't the brandy
Or the soft music of a darkened room
That brought out moment on.
We've each had these before, alone & together.

And thoughts of love or tender touches
Meant to bring our passions into play
Belonged to yesterday's tide.
A time gone out to sea.

Embraced together, crying, for ourselves,
Each other, for things that were, or should have been.
This was our time, this was our moment.
Together, last night.

In our tomorrows
No darkest room, no sweetest drink,
No softest sound or love that we may yet to know
Will ever be so intimate, so cherished
As when our souls ran down our cheeks.


copyright 2004 Francis Lynn