A Precious Moment Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

Until you came, the day is always tardy and tame,
A dreary, weary time; mundane each mirthless day.
Then as I drove down some funky lanes with no name,
The precious moment, least expected, came my way.

I stood perplexed feeling the warm and subtle glow
That filtered fresh and stirred my senses.
I knew the rare rapture might come and go,
The moment it sprinkled sparkles through the lenses.

In that moment of magic, reality and vision merged,
Lights and shadows, fused, lifted or submerged,
Lines and forms transformed and wrote life in auto.
Time stood still, save the hints of playful lights in adagio.

(Reflection by a poet and photographer on that precious moment)