A voice from the past <br />A memory in the mist <br />The sun in his face <br />As Frank took the instrument <br />From his fingers <br /> <br />The band's guitarist <br />Introduced by role <br />As my cousins leave <br />Us to be <br />Our eyes finding each others <br /> <br />A soft voice with confidence <br />Steady eyes <br />Steps that didn't pry <br />Eyes that didn't stray <br />Hands that didn't move <br /> <br />Me waiting for a name <br />Him waiting on a word <br />Not moving 'til he stepped <br />From my sight <br />Through the archway <br /> <br />After a long delay <br />Letting out my breath <br />Was the moment we met <br />As my eyes followed <br />Him to the door<br /><br />Lillian B. Rose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stolen-moments-2007/
