when rosy light melts through the window,
shot through with golden rays,
and the world is between heartbeats,
drifting through the milky way,

when perfect harmony is hanging,
tying silence and the sound,
and after jumping off the swing,
before you’re headed for the ground,

For but a moment there’s a stillness,
a suspension, paused in time,
a fragment of tranquility,
when all the planets are in line.