Our lives at a crossroad in time

Living life as a moment in time
Where east and west meet
Traveling with ease,
I couldn’t resist
Neither could you.
Over the glistening skyline
There is a pocket somewhere
Hidden in the dark
Holding your voice.
We were there.
I have a snapshot
Blurry as fog.
We sat on the roof top
And watched the city
Fall asleep.
This moment in time
Is ours to keep.

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2015
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