These Moments

and what of these moments
who find themselves farther and farther between
euphoric clusters of rhapsody
enchantment profound,
lingering deep, this close study I seek
when did the ribbon slip and fly away
like a helium balloon all out of smiles
laying there silently grieving,
but no one sees or cares to notice
is that where those moments are found
empty, but for the memories of what may never be
a glimpse
a peek, maybe a side-show,
is that all we had ...

I am engrossed with abstraction
madness at best,
a derangement momentarily or was that a calming solution,
disturbing despondency creeps from behind
and with conviction, scares me
this vehemence screams
' you were nothing more than a dirty, little secret! '
and secrets, no one wants to explore
at least not aside from the darkened fire that glows
and simmers, seductively
where no one can see and only two can hear
when they both pay attention, but someone's not listening ...

(by: ajs.11/25/2007)