The Moment

The thirsty man dreams only of water, the exhausted one of sleep. Patience is relative. The youngster finds hours long and days forever, but I have lived a long time.

And in that time, there was a moment.

In that moment, I looked into eyes filled with honesty and sweetness and truth. Eyes that taught me the power of the old gods, the reason people believed in Aphrodite and Isis and Adonis.

In that moment, I experienced the voice of eternity speaking to me in human form. A voice so gentle and soft, so old and wise that it belied the face bringing it to me.

In that moment, I found myself in the arms of an angel so extraordinary that I will never be bereft of love again.

I dream of a moment and it fills an eternity, because in that moment I drank deeper and dreamed sweeter than most people do in a lifetime. In that moment I saw myself reflected back as I had never seen myself before and my life was forever changed.