A suite of 4 poems
GLANCE
It was a momentary pact
of who knows what
for who knows how long
but so exhilarating
and bewitching
that a new path was born.
CONVERSATION
The leaf swayed in the wind
and the light danced on it
and flew to another
in celebration of
Life.
MOMENT
The pan flute set free celestial trills
and held the last note forever
and the world stopped turning
to listen
to the attainment
of Perfection.
AFTERMATH
It was a moonstruck silence
which held
all things
on tiptoe at the edge of Time.
(December 1998)
Diana van den Berg
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