From "The Crystal Kaleidoscope of a Searching
Justin R. Hart © 1983
Forgotten in cubes of ice the memory of you melts from within. At a moment's edge, we touched like the breeze stretching in full caress, then waved goodbye like autumn leaves blushing to the wind. The morning hours moved sudden as a yawn, and like hour-glass walls brushing its grains, I feel you flow again touching me in your emptying, once more becoming full.