As the clock stops,
Just for one moment,
I see a dimly lit street.
In this street,
In a glimpse,
I see her crumble.
I watch as she
melts into the shades, the shadows,
And look as she melds with the ground.
Torn between two things,
In only a moment.
A flash of light.
It illuminates all,
Knowing not what it truly does.
The truth shines out.
And she is set
free,
No longer a part of the pavement.
Free.
Time stops.
She is caught in her reverie.
But who has come upon her,
Certainly it wasn't me.
Was it a Savior?
Or some kind of human saint?
Or was it a love she had long awaited?
