Font Color='#880000'Beyond Sight/Font Poem by David Zvekic

What was one hour, but seemed an hour alive?
An hour given over - O too brief!
A bursting sun, a breath, a desperate drive
to be an angel's heir; with wings - believe!

To hold for one long instant, hands; to seize
the truth and learn what feeling (lorn to give)
had dropped, into the darkness like a thief -
a reason, justifying It will live.

No stars amongst the billions burned so near;
So visible, indivisible and right:
Let these two wandering ones pass beyond sight,
And seeming fade, but sharing - shine one single night.

-September 12 2006