oops

[oldbaldman]

that moment that moment
that passion that flight
that dawning that glory
that anguish that night
that thrashing that gnashing
that chaos that din
that fullness that bursting
those women those men
the moment
it's on us
it's in us
it's here
touched by the softness
the gazing so dear
and there is no returning
it's lost
now it's gone
only the wonder
the mystery
the song