Time stands still
a fog comes rolling in all too fast
then sits there
no more wind in my face, my
hair falls
I listen to the nothing
and it says my name--
curious voice, familliar and foreign;
compelled to follow, I go
into the dusk
and my inner voice sings in a choir of many yesses
and my childs tone deaf voice
sings along
and the shadows dance with me
in a jubilant fever
and I am embraced in a golden glow
then time starts again
and the fog goes slinking back into the horizon
and the moment within a moment is gone
