Between.
In between, I see it.
In between cloud and blue
In the breath between swell and crest
Between the leap and the fall,
I see it.
In each silver moment I see,
the possibility of the next.
The moment to come is caught
in the frozen second glimpsed
in between then and now.Before it is passed between
this moment and the future,
I see the promise of today
And, in that moment, I am free.
© Latte Junkie, 2012
This is utterly beautiful and the image with it a perfect choice. I felt myself inhaling a reviving breath of air as I read and exhaling all the tension.
ReplyDeleteReally enjoyed this.
Hi C, I've been wanting to link up for the last few week, but then life happens, as is always the way. But here's my post for this week, albeit late.
ReplyDeleteBetween the afternoon glow.
Your poem is beautiful, as always.
Hope you are having a fantastic weekend.
Lien. xx