The moon has interlocked the night in glass. <br />Trees are no more than dark designs on grass. <br />The mood of music opens like a flower. <br />A scent of coffee validates the hour. <br /> <br />One wonders how two shadows can embrace. <br />For after all, time leaves so little space. <br />Only the smallest whisper of a word, <br />Makes old friends know emotion has been heard. <br /> <br />The landscape is a poem memorized, <br />A fey tune only captured by still eyes. <br />The light diversified by windowpanes <br />Diminishes, it may not come again.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-scent-of-coffee/
