When Moments Become Always
Spring is the time when life speaks aloud
In blossom soft petals, the flowery ground
Our energy is certain to be lovely bound
While spiritual mystique are we allowed.
Wise old fools would tell you long stories
Filled with promise and remarkable truth
Capricious wits fill minds with uncouth
Notions, yet we recognize personal glories.
The other day, the skies in blue spoke alive
In winter’s waning days, ripe for renewal
Once in a blue moon comes love, beautiful
Such that hearts ache, willing desires thrive.
If I might capture a moment in sweet chance
Her world, would I delight in soulful elegance.