a lasting fleeting moment

Like a lasting scent of withered roses

That stays not on the olfactory senses
But in the crevices of the mind

Or the sound of thunder
That broke the silence of the night
Awaking a child sound asleep
Brought fear and cries that will be remembered
For the rest of his life

Or the words spoken reaching far beyond
Knowing, understanding and believing
Unfelt by senses
Touching instead the soul of a trusting heart

As fast were its meanings blown away
Drifting, fading…engulfed by the sound of ripples
In a shallow pond
As soul reaches and begs for that fleeting moment
To last