o moment stay thou art so fair

[fledgist]

 

beneath the solid earth there is no pit
no garden lies above the blue of sky
minds may still soar beyond the range of eye
but bodies have to rest and so i sit
within my sight the coloured leaves are lit
with startling brightness while the air is dry
the echoes of our thought all mount up high
to pause this time yet lies beyond our wit
we want the moment to linger not pass
into the memory like all other things
but all of us lack both the force and will
we're like the children eager to end class
believing that some magic gives us wings
and wanting the long moment to stand still