SECONDS LIKE INFINITE WINDOWS

It's rare to get a goodbye,
and never enough time,
things in the sudden
where nothing ever waits.

Fingers in a fruitless search
for a rewind, to bring
back the sun, and keep
the weeping clouds at bay.

And if you listen, you can hear
familiar voices in the wind,
in some ways they stay close,
somewhere, without abandon.

Hold to those memories of
bright eyes and fleeting smiles,
seconds like infinite windows,
and love...
reaching beyond the cosmos.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Memories make us in some ways and are a precious worth, worth more than gold I would say, achingly beautiful Rene :)

[Rene Velez]

Thanks Poppy, I hope all is well. Happy Holidays.