Trees ready to shed crimson leaves,
like so many days before the Northern Wind comes,
peppering the streets in a coat of crunch;
a moment to stop,
pause, and breathe in.
I know now, because I’ve let these moments pass me by
in the past, when I was dumb, deaf, and blind.
I stood there,
turned and saw the Diamond in the Sky,
knees turned to jelly,
breeze stole my breath.
All the lights in the venue were focusing their gaze on us.
As I sang with Dallas,
to the tune “The Girl”,
all eyes were ours, in that moment.
Lost the sauce in the car
as I sped through the corners.
Hookers in Oakland had ignited the fire,
a funny comment swallowed with gasoline,
proof that a moment is just that, a snapshot of time.
She didn’t leave me there,
even if the thought passed through her mind
and there was no where else I belonged but there,
her anger still warming the air of the car,
as we pulled into the driveway.
Later, her arms were around me as my tears fell on her body,
we shared a drink and then a laugh,
we refused to sacrifice the magic of the night to a battle.