Leah Ayliffe

Gold Star - 6,103 Points (June 8,1991 / Toronto)

A Moment In Time. - Poem by Leah Ayliffe

For a brief moment in the absurdity of time
I thought I saw something.
The sparkle of potential and ideas of becoming a dream.
I thought I saw a look that held all the oceans and they were calm,
still and happy to gently touch all the edges of the world and discover what it is to stay and love the land, instead of rushing back and forth flirting with the shore, moved by the winds and magnetic pull of the lonely moon.
For just a moment
I thought there may have been room for something much more.
That moment felt like home.
However strange, that moment that lasted in different measurements of space and time were inexpressible visions playing across my mind.
They will stay still like the ocean I wish to be.
It defies all that I used to think, as unimportant as it may appear,
It's just the shattered glass of houses that once held miracles of what could become real.
I'm just another ocean being taken by a storm,
who gets caught up in things that shine as though they were gold, though they never end up being real.
I thought I saw you see me.
I know you see me.
It's okay that we are who we are,
that we'll be what we are.
I am still dazed in happiness
that someone reached through to the center of my universe
and didn't run from the world of chaos in my unfathomable sadness and purest fantasies.
Worlds that are much more real than anything I've ever known in reality.
This is all I see now,
I confess and forgive instantly my sentiment
Let it bleed out to make room for having you just as I've always known we were to be.
It is true I can leave this moment behind easily and still adore ideas,
because you see,
I may have thought I saw you see more
But that was only for a brief moment in the absurdity of time.

Topic(s) of this poem: contemplation, time


Comments about A Moment In Time. by Leah Ayliffe

  • Paul Davies (1/19/2016 8:22:00 AM)


    This seeing extends from a bond having qualities that are rare in the human experience. Its involvement is highly charged. The speaker in the poem clearly expresses the choices, and moreover is aware she has choice. The moment left behind, undisturbed, no risk. Or to overcome her doubts and participate. At which, what is real layers into what is real, a deep texture in the poem. Touching eye-to-eye could become a love to heal a thousand years of wounds; but, the poem infers, also not likely something with a place in her life in the world, that she can show her friends at the bar, or bring home to her mother. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags


Poem Submitted: Monday, January 18, 2016



[Report Error]