My Santiago

Are there moments?

Are there moments, Just precious sparkling moments in your life, That stop you, Breathless, Transfixed by beauty so rare, Promising ecstasy beyond feeling?

Are there moments when you forget to breathe, Forget yourself, Other lives,

And just hold the bliss of the face, the body in front of you, Knowing this won’t - can’t last, That feeling so rich, has no place in your world? Are there moments when there is no right, No wrong, Nor time nor place, Where sense can force itself through, Where space is held in grace, Where time expands and contracts, Where, you are entranced, Captured, Held, Breathless, Breathing in the taste and smell, To hold in some private place, Forever? These moments, Yours to treasure, To pull out, dust, trace; These moments beyond feeling.