Of Most Loved Moments

…to languish in the magnificence of dust

where miracles leap from sources untouched

…to savor long the invisible bliss

of haunts revisited in thought’s tender kiss

…to bear the searing ecstasy and grief of love

because we can never have too much, or even enough

…to touch you, hold you, caress you because I cannot wait

and tomorrow holds no guarantees but one; it could be too late

J~