If everything stopped short-
beyond horizon blue-bird sings,
of yellow- buttercups and butterflies-
every heart beat- your way brings.
Of golden evening skies-
and melting nose to nose,
laughing when you cry-
A joyous swelling rose.
The breathing is what moves-
my red blood into black,
my smiling skull will watch-
when nature takes it back.
And all those lost cities-
Humming human loss,
Will never know the glory
of those loving moments,
right before they stop.
© Finding Forever