It’s called the golden hour
By artists and by princes
Dusk or dawn
When the light is right
And…
A view, a glimpse
An oblique look
Of heartbreaking beauty
And ephemeral bliss
Hits your soul
With a shock that resonates
Transitory intenseness
Radiant as a kiss
But just because
Grace fades away
And disappears from sight
Doesn’t make it less wonderful
Or precious
Natural transcendence
Doesn’t need a bargain, doesn’t need a deal
Beauty stands without compare
And Beauty stands without a care
Never ask a sunset for commitment
You’ll end up blocking the sunrise
And all those fellow travelers
Faded
Drifted off
Hankering for a cost
But losing it
And losing you just chokes me
‘Cuz here I stand
No expectations
No demands
An arm outstretched
An open hand
An open heart
No expectations
No demands
David Trudel © 2012
