Like a New Wishing Moment
Some unformulated extravagance
like a new wishing moment
taken on the air, like a bird
flashing down over a clear river
reflecting sunshine and blue sky
empty of all but a few clouds,
light and insubstantial as wishes,
as we make promises we know
will never be kept, at least
not in a world like this, when all
moments seem so transitory
and permanence is something akin
to a lie, or a story told to calm
the night-time fears of small children
or tales of gods and heroes told
around ancient camp-fire to keep
the dark night and its crawling shadows
far beyond the edges of the moment.
I could make that gesture
form that extravagance into something
that you will keep forever close
to remind you of these precious moments
when you wake to wonder
where they could all have gone,
like that bird that one day flew
down along a slow summer river,
when it seemed such times could never end.
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