There’s a glint bouncing between our eyes
like the ice on your lashes
like the clinking of our glasses
like the coin in the jukebox
and the music in our ears...
There’s a glimmer dancing between our gaze,
like the spark in the flash of a second,
like the intercession of giggles,
like the miracle of walking on water,
and the warmth of hands in winter...
Our pasts passed in the
present of our presence -
a pause in the play -
recording the now,
repeating the here,
renewed in the cycle of a moment,
With every breath,
we share time,
and the space between.
