time, as fragile... <br />as dust on the pane, <br />the broken limb still hanging, <br />the pebble washed by rain. <br />the word almost, but not spoken, <br />the cat's paw on your face. <br />the last bulb that flickers <br />in the room no one enters. <br />the page torn, and taped back, <br />the baby's cough in the night. <br />the first kiss, and the last, <br />the hand trembles, and lets go! <br />clouds on moonlit nights, <br />footsteps without a trace... <br />the broken glass in the sink, <br />and the water slowly drips!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-as-fragile-for-tsira/
