The Glimpse

                                       I took hold of it all,
                             The glimpse- a look at what hangs on the wall,
                             The wall that runs through time in a straight line
                             From beginning to end- the line that’s mine.
                             Mine- but, in time, the line can slow or stall,
                             And in this glimpse time stood still seeing you—
                                       This is- it’s what you do.

                                       Who are you standing there?
                             Who are you?  Who, what, why and then from where,
                             And how is it that only you stop time?
                             The glimpse- the wall in time- wonder- sublime,
                             This is the moment floating on the air,
                             The moment in life that is hard to find—
                                       The image in my mind.

                                       It stays even when gone,
                             Hanging- stalled in time- on the wall- withdrawn.
                             The glimpse- the eclipse of time over night,
                             The eclipse of life covered with your light,
                             The light that shines on time’s wall- all alone.
                             This is the place in time that I found me,
                                       And it is you I see.

                                       Life grows with the light’s flow
                             Into the stream of time, filled by your glow.
                             The glimpse- the brief look now forming the whole,
                             The whole of life flowing into a bowl.
                             The light that fills the bowl helps time to slow
                             While shining light on your beautiful face,
                                       Hanging in the right place.

                                       This place is forever,
                             And that is the time eclipsed by never,
                             And never is when I won’t remember
                             The passing of my glimpse at November.
                             The month the clock stopped because of fever,
                             The fever that burned with the heat of you—
                                       The fever that I knew.