A Moments Rush

Out of a crowd - that bed of thorns
You rose and shone as a rose adorns and
Scents the wind for just a moments rush

And in that time our eyes were brushed
By silver hands that held a single strand
Of soul pulled hard across
The rhythms of our stroll

As we tripped upon our glancing smiles
Something true and deeper yearned
Something made us stop and turn

Our eyes held words that dare not weep
Yet when they met words were leaked
In rhymes, in songs, in throngs of speech

And then it stopped; in a moments rush
Like strangers touching on a crowded bus

Out of a crowd you shone
Back into a crowd you've gone
And I, alas, walk on.
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(Novem ber 2012 Nanaimo, BC, Canada)

poem by Chris Hudson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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