What is this sound that rings in my ears?
This stream that gushes through my veins?
A bright light that has come from the stars?
This sensation that leaves a stain on my heart?
A glimpse of what?
A passing wind
A running wave
A rolling stone
From a mountain top
That doesn’t wait.
aida melesse
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-glimpse-13/
