I passed you on the street today Like all the days before this very one. Glancing side ways, I saw The sun stream through your hair And smelled a hint of lilac in the air. Captivated by the sound of your High heeled shoes on the pavement, I paused for a whisper of a moment. And feeling that pause, As though I had reached out to you, You stopped. Time stopped. My world stopped. Inside that moment Another was created. That creation began to flow Then form into a life of its own Only to dissolve amongst The fading sound Of clip clopping high heeled shoes And the dying scent of lilac in the air.