About A Stolen Moment

Time stops.
Under a starry sky
in the dark caverns of spirits,
where we dance like whirling dervishes.
Round and round we go
while the world stands still,
and fades to black.
There's just you, and me.
Our fingers meshed the way our lives can not.
I lose myself in your fragrance
and listen to our pulse.
The rhythm of the world.
And though you are the only one
who speaks my language
looks at me, and sees me,
still silence rules.
For Our lips meet,
and tidal waves,
come crashing on the shores of my heart.
Your warm breath on mine.
Sun rises at midnight,
melts the frozen landscape of my soul.
And for a stolen moment,
it's springtime.