Would that I
draw the single most profound moment
Hold you to my stare, say the words you fear
How can the moment trap an eternity
and birth my soul upon such a second
when your eyes gleam their wishful thought
Holds me in this riddle of time, of love.
Ah! the demented delusion of minds
that here upon a fine tick
can so recreate the world anew
dress the simplest horizon,
For all I see in you.
Do I take these gentle images
that sweeps so fast upon the brain
ask you to witness the moment
that you may see, feel as I
The power that rages fast and clear
To the glitter within the eye.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph