For Just A Moment

If eyes close, for just a moment,

to see within the things too rarely seen

in everydayness passing by, those visions

obliterated by the abc’s.

Life in letters, writ by all must doings,

time that’s urged in get on, get it done,

if eyes close, for just a moment,

seen, the rising of a different sun.

A momentary knowing that, no matter, 

while life courses, inside opens wide,

if eyes close, for just one moment,

surging light, it whispers, deep inside

Sensing rays, from some source emanating,

channelling the lapse of time without,

a basking in the life glow sometimes missing

in visuals of a world that may bring doubt.

If eyes close, for just a moment,

suspended time in tuning what you feel,

just for that brief moment, transformation,

a world within that makes without more real.

Portal to distinct dimension,

eyes closed, for endless moments, held the dream,

if eyes close to see inside self,

just a moment colours everything.


This started off as a song, a hummed tune and a few words, ‘just for a moment’. Lost the tune in the musings and the words did what they wanted!


Only This Second

Dreams unreal tomorrow holds,

No certainties, mere speculation.

Before us now today unfolds,

A brief tomorrow, in duration.


Only seconds, fleeting moments,

For use within our hands

To mould and shape, sweetly foment.

This at our command.


A vital second of each life,

Only one at just this instant.

Wasted, filled with endless strife?

Or rich with great intent?


What is right or wrong we glean.

Where do we want to be?

Have we slept another’s dream,

Their life, their fantasy?


Sustained effort, fortitude,

Decisions made, applied,

In such as this, portentous good,

Life is sanctified.


No mountain climbed for flag to post

Nor golden haloed wreath,

Fulfilment in what matters most,

Holding to belief.


Recognising small but wise,

All seconds clearly count,

They’re striven for, this amplifies

In worth by how they mount


In magnitude, their worth, their glory

Those moments every day

That build, arise like Taj, each story,

Monumental in their way.


A palace so, not vaulted tomb,

Royal beauty to behold.

Yarn chosen, woven upon each loom,

In all seconds, our stories told.