a place to live by

a time will pass by

more then just once

the moment is neither right

nor wrong

we are just meant

to go along.

knowing all the while

what to do and how to feel

perplexing? no just stressing

the moment grips you by the throat

never letting go

but its a feeling of invigoration

of being alive

because he knows as well as the next

that the clock will ring a song of a new day

the melody of a new long lost moment

returning as if to say

i've been here all the while just waiting

waiting for the shawl to be lifted

and the reaper to be gifted

the moment of longing

that we have all endured

a moment that has passed now

and will come back around

but not for a while

at least he hopes

because the storm has begun

lighting has struck

and he has found the last of his luck

felicity is his, only for a moment

and only to hope that the moment can last

and until that moment comes to pass

he well sit and enjoy the silk laid upon him

the nectar of life that has flowed

from her smile to his

the feeling that life is what it is

to be neither rejected

or accepted

neither brilliant

nor dull

but a median, a limbo

some strange place that is

as he would describe it

a place to dwell

a place to dwindle

a place to dawn upon a new day

and a place to die, cast astray

and while the life is not brilliant

the smile of the day upon the earth

is that of love and compassion

and so he simply accepts the moment

welcomes it back

enjoys its warmth and basks in the moment

while her hand reaches for his

as he lifts the mask, removes the gloves...

The surgery was success,

with able hands

with able minds

no more duress.