Music: BWV 538: Toccata and Fugue in D Minor - 2. Fugue.
|Every moment is a
Placed behind the scrim of what one sees.
In every unremarkable sensation,
Poised to dance, some truth awaits a breeze.
How might one then step behind the veil,
Alive in ways one was not meant to live?
None can bear such beauty long, nor fail,
Yet yearning, to revere what grace might give.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon