Time stood still for once
In that misty moment.
We were everywhere
Yet nowhere.
My lungs grasped the air
Like a collector's wine.
We were everywhere
Yet nowhere.
The spirit
Of love lost
Seems to be
Of
Bon vivant's
taste.
Miles and Coltrane
Articulating In the background.
We were everywhere
Yet nowhere
Taylor Seaton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everywhere-yet-nowhere/
