One Brief Moment

by David Russo

I have sat aside and entertained the coveted feelings of what 

was not in my hands.  Only briefly, a moment shared of hidden secrets 

and joy.  But of and between us,  I cannot say that this moment is a 

considerable spur-still I desire more. 

Even so, and now departed, uncertain of what comes from the horizon, 

the feelings of a connection lie within-yet with cautious indolence I 

allow thoughts to drift that these aspirations are not misplaced but 


To explore this vice a bit further-a tremor of the heart-has certain 

consequences, privledged thought of the reflections of ecstacy, prove 

fatal, yet unfulfilled in the experience of this world around us after 

just one brief moment.