A Moment in Time
Afternoon blue fades, horizon pales
Grey skies clutch the clouds in autumn rain
His eyes strike like lightening, thunder rages
dwell within the shelter of embrace
raindrops lash upon lips
in ghostly dance the rising mist forms
beads of crystal lingering on warm skin
diving deeper, gasping for breath
his eyes drown me under surging waves
flooded by his fury, grasping at tides
in the sweetest sinking of my surrender.
To my curious artist, who contemplates
angles with a discriminating eye
Brushing the canvas, he colors rainbows
ashen and black
Drowning in azure blue, I know the
angelic pout of a sensitive soul.
"What?" " When?" "Why?", he asks.
Looking up from the Gita, softly
I whisper "Namaste", smile and continue to read.
How can I explain the unknown?
Spiraling around our hearts
Yin and Yang melt in embrace.
Each blink of an eye photographs a memory
captured in the mind.
Weaving his pictures
they are dark and obscure as night
He is sand lured by the waves of the sea
and what he sees is illusion
“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person’s (or thing’s) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time’s relentless melt.”
― Susan Sontag
Each minute cell holds cosmic soul
Our fragile frame of fragmented stars
explodes on dusty brain, DNA debris
a blueprint of the universe
buried deep in the nucleus of being
We carouse distant galaxies
revolve about illusion sun
Illumined sparks as comets
glaze midnight skies.
Asleep, we are space travellers
with passports to the moon
TIME- HANS ZIMMER from the movie soundtrack of INCEPTION
Once the subject mainly of science fiction writers, time travel is being seriously considered by physicists such as Stephen Hawking. There is an alluring strangeness to the cosmic symphony that may encompass time travel, higher dimensions, quantum superspace, and parallel universes. A moment in time is NOW.