Captured Moment Poem by Martin Ward

Captured Moment

In sleep,
your gossamer breath
is as Tingsha bells,
carried
on my
hazy consciousness.

I listen for your sounds
in the semi-silent
tick-tock night.

Oblivious
to my admirations,
borne of your captivating mien,
I watch: charmed without a chant
or trance-inducing wheel.

I would not wish
to pop the moment,
but hold
the promise
of a touch,
lightly hovering
above your skin.

Drifting now,
I turn
in mellow mood,
succumbing
to my circadian clock.

Sleep of the righteous,
I smile and rest,
my head
welcoming
the fresh linen.

Lotus floats
in meditative state
and takes me
to another place,
content
within
the moment.