subtle moment <br />silent street <br />Bridge; Man <br />Frozen in mist <br /> <br />Rum Soaked and Mellowed <br />The Sullen Sailor <br />Weary Torn <br />A Cotton Man <br />“When will she come? ” <br />where is that hair, that smile <br />that tacky coat? <br />“ So long now....... <br />Time has separate rooms <br />For the quilted mind <br />Antique leather <br />The smell of cigarette, perfume and tears <br />Smells, comfortable that point the way home. <br />So many rooms in the house of thought <br />Lights grow dim and fade as the fleeting night greets the timid dusk <br />Sun. <br />Sun fails and cracks <br />The concrete veil loves the night so. <br />Thinning day paints and dapples the water <br />Ebb and flow sets new canvasses and brings forth new artists <br />Sharp pencils. <br /> <br />Morning now <br />A ship passes <br />It’s mourning dirge <br />Honors the passing of the youthful night <br />The heavens smile and a new dawn is born. <br />“How far the love we seek <br />how precious the life we share <br />How dear the pain we rent <br />How fleeting the life we leave behind” <br />At the hem of eternal angels <br />Singed wings and stung eyes shed tears that fall to the warm womb of summer <br />Rain and tears fall from grace above <br />“ She will come today <br />That smile, that tacky coat” <br />As he walked away <br />The bridge felt still <br />The dirge faded <br />And time, weary, found a room.<br /><br />Guillermo Veloso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/subtle-moment-1982-nyc/
