ignoring the glaring crutch of language
continuing on
past my own moment of bliss
past the only time of contentment
onto the shattering ice of reasons
only another moment
like any moment
past the glowing light
that the next moment has never been
can never be again
past only a perfect moment
that I lay quietly sarching for
past the crystal
and gossamer web
imediatly into the cold
to cry on the doorstep
and wander back
hoping that all has'nt come undone