Never Always.

Moments happen,

when it is not in my head,

sometimes not beating my heart –

Never not in my soul.

Always, I feel it, in my eyes full and steaming. In flames from sight that is too much.

The words known to us on this walk, cannot tell of that which hides in my eyes.

IW

The Poem – Framing Words

Moments
Pass in dusty ledges
Fingers trace mottled wood
And stop.

Breath a frame
By frame
Spoken forever
Fall into the shape
Traced, held in wood
In mottled fingers,
Side by side moving breath
To breathe, in
Breaths motion picture
Framing words.

~IW~

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