There’s a place in the sky where the sun hits
that brings beauty to the on-looking eye
halfway to kiss the horizon line.
Where moments passed and moments to come
it will no longer rest. Where if you look
down for a moment it’ll surely be gone.
It’s as if the beauty of things
sometimes comes
from their fleeting.
Like the lingering warmth of a lover’s touch
or the exchange with those lover’s eyes
that last night before morning comes,
and those lovers part their ways
a moment together encased as yesterday’s
now is surely gone.
It’s as if the beauty of things
sometimes comes
from their fleeting.
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