A Life touched Briefly

I think about the moments
as they hover, make contact, disappear
as if forever might prove
to be negotiable; there was
exchange, not so?  Something
about recall discerns a somewhere
with receptacles--perhaps for visionaries,
but they do not die.
Between the arms of possibility
are found the glint of hope
(madness perhaps) or irony.

There beside the dry, unwieldy
skeleton of possibility,
are those shy hints of laughter
the bright ones overlooked,
the vision, only vanity rejects.

It comes beyond remembering,
in mute tenacity a surge, frisson
along the spine, confirming origin,
blithe centrifuge that cedes no will
or need to understand;
for there within its vast purview,
is home.
      ~

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[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is but a journey on the path of eternity: a moment, a breath, a twinkle, a sigh ... all a glimmer in this spark called life. Our destiny lies on the other side of that horizon in that cosmic burst of bright light that is. A life touched briefly is forever changed. Beautiful!

[Dean]

Thanks, Linda. Welcome back. I havn't seen you for a long time.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you. I've popped in and out, posted some new, and took flight again. I always land again. :-)