the passenger
who takes the loneliest road,
sees the time
in which the trees
left a simple word,
in sheltered stillness,
on the mirage of horizon.
with a scarcity of lyrics,
as in, to stay, to leave...
the clouds upon the simple word
are our moments.
Eila Mahima Jaipaul
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-simple-words-of-moments/
