There is the recall,
an eccentric reality,
the laughter in smiles,
that lovely sort of memory.
There is the time,
when a quick glance
meant a new friendship,
unknown minutes earlier,
the human condition
acceptance.
There is the possibility,
when all of our quiet contemplation
in a sudden turn of events,
came true,
further beyond the mind,
actuality.
There is the now,
when everything matters,
only in the immediate,
while all around our lives
we watch simple features
quiet inroads,
satisfaction.
There is the …
blistering cold,
the atmosphere shadows peace,
when all desire beyond passion,
becomes a working legend,
that place we spoke of,
only yesterday,
when in such final scrutiny,
we gave up.
There is tomorrow,
when everything begins again,
including incredible sunrise,
love.