…it comes unexpected and seizes me, Still!
a depth elevated, a sigh’s moment’s thrill
it cannot be fashioned or carved to be real
evolving in seconds, a lightness I feel
i know when it’s present, I want it to last
but fleeting is Happy, it comes, then, is past
to capture it, surely, is what I must do
rare vision illumined for undefined “new”
and so I won’t idle and hope it appears
but wake the AMAZING heart-conscious in Cheers.
Paula Antonello, Poetry. Copyright: Thursday, June 14, 2019.
Images: Heaven by P. Antonello.