momentary slides,

of lifes’ exquisite times,

at times,

are dusted, burnished,

shedding the weight, baggage,

of random strings,

at once,

flinging me opposite you,

in a dream i relished,

not long ago,

so know this, if nothing else,

those moments within me reside,

today, now,

as timely as the coming in of each dawns tide … …