A peek in the moment of time.

Unsettled dust, wavering hands.
And here we are, a quarter century.
Entwined hearts, blistered ends.
Uncertain of its sad and loving memories.

In its shiniest moments; its light everstrong.
Gently carressing, carefully teasing.
Whistling winds, in a moment, gone.
Stranded at the crossroads, to which we take of greatest blessing?

Hand in hand, fingers over and under.
A faint remembrance, often bittersweet.
Unsurprising. Not even the faintest whisper
heard deep within the strongest of plead.

Flawed in these whiskers of time.
We seek what the other cannot give.
Freedom in essence of crime,
We set flight to what we believe.

Shallow waters, greener pastures.
Fallen stars, we rise to greater heights.
Frayed upon the slightest of fractures.
We scramble across the brightest of lights.

Maybe today we find our greater selves.
Maybe today we search what we can never find.
Maybe today we bask in the serenity within our shells
and twine what others can never align.