The Moment ...A Poem by RoyMoulin Rouge. The lights, the luminaries, the music, the ambience. Breathtaking.
Till it dawns on me. The din fades away The lights blur And the people grow inconspicuous.
All I can hear: My heart pounding. Running water. A faint murmur. Tinkling tapestries .. Swishing silverware ...
Or was it the other way round?
The voice in my head says: "Concentrate!" I wash my face, close my eyes Rehearse. For one last time Before I step out into the Colosseum Of human curiosity.
I walk upto her. Kneel. The crowd turns to face me. The murmur subsides. Masks of anticipation, wonder, nostalgia surround me. Sympathy even. Unsettled by her perfume, I blurt out a few incoherent words. My heart skips a beat.
She looks at me. Lends me her hand. Smiles.
An unfathomable feeling overcomes me. A moment of silent communion with the Creator. Ephemeral, yet eternal.
© 2010 RoyReviews
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