A fleeting gift

I beseech you to stay still

Lest you may stir the air and cause,

This dear moment to slip away

From the grasp of my senses in sway.

Rendered to quaking mush,

By the warmth of her tender touch,

Body, mind and soul - drifting

The veil of heaviness - lifting.

A song on the winter breeze

Sad in words, but of sweet tune

Through the depths of a black window

Adorned by a lonely moon.

I beseech you, my heart, stay still.

Lest you may wake her dreaming eyes.

Lest the world may turn wan again.

At the dying of this bittersweet fire.