A Moment in Time
By Chris Eaves
Anticipation becomes cruel
When all at stake is time and love
An awkward moment in the night
It comes and goes with great respect
A breath of air, a heartbeat there,
She stands so tall and beautiful
The soft white moonlight on her face
Reflects the calmness of her smile
Her hand slides out into my palm
My fingers grasp her fragile hand
I feel her gelid, silver ring
Her other arm comes to my waist
And slips around unto my back
Responding to her gentle hint
My right hand reaches for her side
So in-between her shoulder blades
My hand has found a place to press
My body now is close enough
To smell the perfume on her neck
Her eyes peer up into the haze
That paints the color of my eyes
A view so pure I will go blind--
To her I give my weary soul.
Tonight we share a solemn dance
Of unity in faith and love
And when we stop to say good-bye
And leave the balcony of life
I still can feel her agape
Although the dance is done.
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