THE WORLD RUNNING PAST
-
James Berkowitz (U.S.A.)
The
world running past
Breath
by breath
Your
face appears at last
Across
the flowerbed
Gentle
winds flow
Carrying
voices through the air
A moment
of precious time
Under
each footstep of sand
Sweet
blossoming jasmin
A
painted photograph of the mind
A scent
evoked memory
Our
eternal friendship divine