Love and war. The two stand unbeknownst
to the one who craves it the most.
Entranced by a smile or the flicker of an eye,
can send a marble statue, in its immobile transit, to cry.
A sweet and brutal euphoria in the midst of winter -
gazing upon the moonlight from an airplane, ink splattered pages sparkling with black glimmer.
I welcome him into my life with newly found grace,
hoping he can save me from this mundane wild goose chase.
Some days pass…but this instant compares to no other form of glory,
and so there, laying vacant in the airport terminal began a new love story.