It’s like the flames of the fire.
It’s like the ancient logs burning in it.
It’s like the love I feel for you.
It’s what I never want to disappear.
It’s the sun completing it’s low journey,
From the East.
It’s the feeling I get when I see
What an incredible artist God is.
It’s a leaf waiting to fall.
It’s a bush waiting to bud.
It is everything and it is more,
It’s everything you want it for.
It’s a moment second’s screaming vow,
It's the forever moment; it's just right now.
Sandra Osborne
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-11/
