With Those Tiny Fingers – Original Poem

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By Mark A. Leon

Often a moment defines our lives; but in a rare instance, you fulfill a destiny that shapes the moment
The center of all being, forever captured in an 8MM still frame

A saw your face written in wisdom; painted in a canvas of clouds; singing with tears of joy
I look into your eyes and see an emptiness waiting to be filled with wonder

Your birth holds the answers to our mistakes
A new burden thrust upon your innocence
A call for change in a windstorm of uncertainty

Whenever I call you, I know you will hear
When I am beyond your reach, you will feel my presence

Those tiny fingers will touch lives with magic

Just when surrender offers a package so appetizing
When hope is tainted by the footsteps of a thousand wanderers
When fire burns the roots of a new tomorrow
When the death of war laughs all around

Those tiny fingers will touch lives with magic

Walls will crumple
Ideas questioned
Beliefs desecrated

Imagination, oh imagination

To fly
Hovering high above, tickled by the stars
To leap
Farther than the limits of time
To love
Unconditional vulnerability

Imagination, oh imagination

You will rescue us when the forest has lost its sunlight
And with those tiny fingers, you will touch

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Just for a Moment, We Were Still – Original Poem

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Just for a moment we were still

Hands touched in that dark movie theater as you leaned you head gently on my shoulder whispering ‘I Love You’ for the first time

Time stood still
A pause on the soundtrack of our lives

Just for a moment we were still; the two of us trapped in our own cinematic romance, seeing the world outside but choosing to remain behind the screen

Stars of a fleeting love story that will never die and transcend time
A world about to crumble; demons lurking in the past and a life about to change
It was there that we found light in that darkness

Meaning defined
I knew I had to let go
Your skin against mine; so soft, so safe, so warm

You had to bleed on your father’s grave to breathe life, finding a relationship once again through his dying mother’s eyes

Like a zombie without a path you wandered
A hall pass to nowhere until that moment
Five, four, three, two, one stop

I see the glimmer in your eyes alone in the back row
For the first time, a sparkle
The movie so familiar; the scene so emotional

In that Garden State a seed was planted and in time a beautiful flower it will be

Just for a moment we were still and life began

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