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