There yet not there

It might not be our renaissance
When my eyes finally find you
But in that fleeting moment
Which will remain sacrosanct
I will glimpse in your eyes
The hidden acquiescence
That all that we shared
Was beautiful and rare.


G'man said...

Very well written...

I can't imagine writing something like this just from my imagination - without having dreamt or experienced. Which is what makes it hard for me to understand how you do it.. :-)

lipstick said...

Oh if all those who write do so from experience...:)

Suresh said...

Why not see it as "so close no matter how far" ? I mean, apart from the moment of glimpse :P

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