1 <br /> <br />Each moment gestates <br />till its wings soar in the sun— <br />brief, golden life. <br /> <br /> <br />2 <br />My mind is a shop <br />whose curios and dancers <br />shine and shimmer for awhile, <br />then fade behind the curtain <br />into the dark Back Room.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-meditations/
