But For A Moment by Elizabetta

Standing inside it garden;
it was cold, I wasn't
looking at a statue,
or should I say;
past a statue, at you
You thought yourself smooth,
crept up behind me
cold, soft hand on my neck
I nearly fainted, not of freight

Silence,
we stood
still as the statue
we looked at
silent, but
basking in our proximity
indulging what can never come
till her voice
shattered the glaze
into which we had slipped
and we, once again
became you and I

Ghost (198.81.26.42) -- Tuesday, April 15 2003, 04:47 am

wow
There are no words for this poem. I really love it and your word play is awesome. Good job.

Martin Vann (67.28.90.193) -- Tuesday, April 15 2003, 10:22 pm

You are the touch of love, and Dreames do ,"come true."
Your heart is frozen, by its very search for love, but Elizabetta, I am not a statue, no more than your words, that you try and freeze, so we will not feel their warmth. You are hungry, your heart cries out for love and all I have to offer, are my words. So, I kneel, before your statue and say, I love you.

MartinV

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