[Stormieweather]

Every so often, something reminds me
Of the searing loss of innocence
The shadow of hopeless despair
Touches my soul as the music plays

Every so often, I catch a glimpse
Of unfettered freedom and possibilities
My feet dance for a moment before
Reality anchors them to the cold gray earth

Every so often, I hear a familiar voice
As faint words echo across my mind
But the warm caress of whispers
Fade to an indistinct memory

Every so often, I feel young and pretty
Untouched by the ravages of age and pain
The fragile illusion disintegrates
As truth mocks me raucously

Every so often, time stands still
Balanced on the thin silver line
Between what was and what will be
Suspended for a fraction of a moment


09/14/09