Tender moment
No embrace
No practiced gaze
No scripted page
No contrived map
No cynical expectation;
Tears guide the eye
Pain reserves the visage.
That which is not sought
THAT WHICH WAS NOT BOUGHT
That which was not caught
And all that was for naught
That which has not been wrought
Hangs delicately
With tender grace
On the still tender winds
Of an instant in time.
Guillermo Veloso
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tender-moment/
