I see

In the instant of it all

There is something which remains

Is it the memories within

Or the yearnings without?

Tell me oh tell me

When sacred flaming eyes

Meet in the twilit zone

Unsettled until the match is met?

Is it the undecided pay

Doing the rest in pure insanity

Or the varying whispers

That ceases in mid silence?

Tell me,oh tell me now

What to expect certainly

When eyes are evaded

And a smiling lip curves solely

What should I really expect??

Within the minutes pause

There dwells certain possibilities

For something to wilter without cease

Or maybe to spring with possibilities

@geoffrey ken