Next time
by Elizabeth Challinor
Next time you see
The sun
Break out
Into a smile
In the street
On the face
Of a solitary passer-by
Stop your chattering mind for a while
Close your inner eye
Inhale the moment
A fleeting gift
Perhaps only for you
Precious
When we become mirrors
For each other
Creating a blur-free world
For the soul to sing out
Beautiful
In silence
Key words: Mirrors; Precious; Smile; Soul;
Blur free
