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.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
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.
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