In a moment,
A tempo emerges endless.
Souls construct this pause; minutes pass.
It's still now!
Hypnotized into a carnal state,
Frames veiled in water,
Arise to capitulate.
And there are those,
Quiet whispers of tender delight,
As hours pass,
Into the dusk of a moonless night.
Yesterday silently slips away,
As memories formed the freshest taste,
And sound commences beginnings of a new day.
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014
1. Photography. http://www.pinterest.com/pin/559290847445707112/