If You Were a Moment Part II

Meet me at that time,

When your touch,

Uncurls the knots,

Tying my hair in folds,

Because,

If you were a moment,

You would be that moment,

The breeze feels like,

Your fingers tugging my hair,

The moment I become undone.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of the Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling