timeless... <br />the smell of fresh cut grass, <br />the taste of sweat on a lovers neck. <br />the sound the shovels make <br />filling the grave, <br />and the moment just before <br />when life fled into the sunset. <br />the burnt fringe of the letter <br />you saved from the fire. <br />the echoes of passion... <br />in a box in the closet. <br />the silence just after <br />the guns stopped firing, <br />just before the world found its way! <br />the spoon in the bowl, <br />and the peace in the stomach. <br />the blanket, the fire, <br />shelter for the night. <br />the whisper you hear <br />when only god could be talking, <br />the prayer of the wind, <br />the lantern, the bridge!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/timeless-40/
