August 24, 1990

100. Moments

Night in the park,
     lying with you on the grass,
     gazing up at your smile,
               your eyes,
               your love,
               and the endless blue-black abyss above.
Did you happen to notice
     when we first lie down,
     they sky is covered with clouds,
     but as we rise now,
     the evening sky is clear?
A sign from above
     or simple synchronicity--
     What does it matter?
For despite all around in this world;
     the beauty of these moments
     shall live on forever,
          just as this yearning,
               desire,
               and love shall.

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