Poem – Precious Moments

 

Precious moments tick by.

Most don’t notice … or even try.

To grab the doors that open as we pass.

They lead to magic and miracles that can last.

Last beyond this body, last beyond time.

Last into the ethers of endless paradigms.

Love is hard … when it is strong.

Love is tender … when one belongs.

Love is vast when it gently moves personalities aside.

Love is so big that it can effectively hide.

I love in ways that most can never understand.

It is too big, to inclusive, and has no demand.

It longs only to exist and cherish a chance.

It longs to be touched and drown in romance.

Most do not know me. Though they think they do.

Those that try to beat down the door, never get through.

I am not behind that door they create.

I exist beyond anyone’s gate.

My spirit wanders with the wind through the trees.

She is the storm and the caress of a breeze.

Perhaps you will feel something as I walk past.

A scent in the air or feel a lingering glance.

I will live in the flows that eternally cherish music and dance.

I will point to that door that offers another chance.

Perhaps you will see me, waiting in the light.

Perhaps you will feel my breath on your neck at night.

Do not fear what dawns in any day.

No form of hate or greed will lead love astray.

I listen not to the words but the beating of a heart.

I know the rhythm and sound of a soul’s yearning to become art.

Those I will take … by the hand.

And lead them towards another land.

One that sees and feels into love’s flow.

And together that is where we will finally go.
~Suzanne Wagner~