Poetry

Beyond a Moment

· Steve Robison

Just beyond the furthest reaches
Of my limited understandings
There is the silent song
Of the wounded rabbit

Just beyond the sunlight
That streams forever true
Just beyond the magic
There, we bid farewell

A moment’s ecstasy dawns
As the lovers’ music fades
Here in the brokenness
Of a morning’s new blossoms

Breathing in the sadness
Breathing out the pain
Walking ever true
In a poem that never ends