iceland moments

A northern wind  bends time

into microseconds  that converge

through windows of  eternal light and rain.

Sleet becomes the hypothesis;

echoes in the stream of  invisible particles not yet understood.

Time crosses dark spaces and sunsets

combining into sunrises before the seagulls fly away into a nocturnal sky.

The wind chases the whisper of a silence borne of the element of time.

We can close our eyes 

and for one uncharted moment

walk backwards into the blue of the past.

Holding fast onto the stream of wind,

light follows flight into the arms of a seagull.

And there you stand upon a lava field in an icelandic winter

your black coat sheltering you from the sleet that caresses your face.

Your eyes so blue,

your voice so deep,

winter in a summer storm.;

summer in a winter storm.

a sigh within the heartbeat of a microsecond;.

your smile holding mine  in a crystal of rain