Tender Moments

That which is best bestowed upon me,

be not the breath that so sweetly,

graces these lips of mine,

nor be it in earth, fire or water

where that of most import lie ,

it is of that elusive moment in time,

those precious pieces that cling so to my minds eye,

where I may see the heart of mine own,

that which fills my moments with an evanescent glow.