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.