The Moment

I remember the time

I played guitar alone

on a beach in Limnos,

watching the sun rise

alone.

It was nice to be alone.

It would be nice to go

back to that moment

with you, maybe make

love on that beach.

But that moment has gone.

We chase after silence,

the clamour inside us chasing us to it,

but we can never achieve it.

But I'm close:

the thought spills a word,

disturbs the silence,

but the feeling hangs in presence,

emanating like ripples on a pond.

If there's one thing I know,

it's that there are very few

moments of perfection

in our lives, because we

do not allow them

to be perfect:

we must not snatch the moments

of our lives,

but let them be.

Learn from them,

live in the new ones -

each one a chance

to be free.