He caught me,
The way children catch snowflakes
In the palm of their hands.
And for a moment, the world
Gave itself to the beautiful sort of silence
That accompanies snowstorms
As I dance-floated, fell
And melted into him.
He held me
As if welcoming me home
From a long journey,
The earth falling away beneath us
And the sky reaching down
To wrap us in
The pure white, perfect
Nothing-else of that moment.
The world disappeared
As we disappeared
Into the wonder,
Becoming in that instance
What we will never not be again.
If there was anything but him just then
I knew nothing of it
And I wanted...
Nothing more.
wonder, love is a wonder - how does it happen, how could it be, why does it happen now and not then, why with this person and not that, or so many questions and no answers, only WONDER
When the wonder of a moment takes us away from everything else in our world...then that moment should surely be one of those moments that we truly 'live' by... Hugs, Dee
And happiness becomes as intangible as a beautiful snowflake. Lovely, Christine. Raynette
'the pure white, perfect/nothing-else of that moment.' that's beautifully written! i get an innocence, contentment happiness. all i experienced in the readings. pure 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful metaphor, Christine. And- 'Becoming in that instance What we will never not be again.' - an artful use of a double negative. A love poem with a delicate, mysterious majesty.