It's the little moments

quiet ones, soft ones.
shared - ones with two
are so much more than

An ever after
in our eyes -
more than words alone,
more than thoughts - alone,
more than mere 'being' -
just we two...

The soft humming as we danced.
our music - from within and timeless,
just our own.
as softly swaying each felt
yet another 'moment'
to be remembered and held within...
another tomorrow's sunshine
for a 'rainy' gray day -
or perhaps a quiet, lost minute
where reaching within
we find again

We touched -
each the other,
in every way...
tasted the fires
and still know the flames.
explored of our 'selves'
and returned...
dreams' were our fantasies,
fantasies became our reality.
reality is now our 'moments' -
and our 'moments',
each and every little one,
are treasured so.