Saturday, January 29, 2011

The Gift

Hold on to the string with a teasing tug,
give a gentle shake, an innocent shrug.
You'll soon find the secret kept within
but until then: don't rush in.

See the watching world hold still for you.
Smell the air and breathe this perfect view.
Feel the ticking heart that pounds within.
Make the moment last: please don't rush in.

We forget as fast as the sunlight fades
each sun always sets a new sky ablaze.
The falling leaves and melting frost -
these wonders, too, once gone are lost.

Hold on to the string, that mile-long smile
that feeling only lasts this while.
That glow, that spark you hold within
is part of the gift, so don't rush in.