Bring this back, the joyous pomp - <br />I recollect the embryonic happenstance, <br />Or circumstances, 'round the spark from <br />Whence we drove our flame. <br />It was a river, no, a snow-melt stream <br />Rather, atop a craggy summit, in cascade, <br />Aggregating to a dream. Time, of course, <br />Is relative, but the canyons carved are <br />Just the same. These I've confided in the moon <br />Alone at twilight. Her silence, reassuring, and <br />Her presence eternal; recurring. She's listening.<br /><br />Kelly Vinal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-in-argon/
