+ the ethereal us

just a moment

connects your eyes to mine

the glance, held,

warms the moment

a voice descends

from the very heavens

-angelic-

our voice, singing,

has fallen into a paradise

-on earth-

pure as the clouds

the singing ends

but

the music goes on

and

we - we smile

embracing, together, us.

+ c. davis

+ november 1998