Now

Hold that thought for a moment,

Let it rest in the silence a minute,

Move through the veils unweighted,

Timeless, always in it to win it

Wait for it, there’s smoke in the air,

It’s quiet now, but it grows yet louder,

Bouncy, curly, all unweighted,

Like the shiny spring in your hair.

The sun, landing on my window sill,

Deep, dark, drawn into the night.

Here’s the dawn, drinking her fill,

What could’ve been, the only fight.