we live many pale
moments and
few blazing, gold ones
freedom is seizing
grand moments
knowing they won’t stay
this moment, you say,
lips brushing my neck,
we will recall
where you are snow falls
and moments pass
three hours ahead
freedom is living
the moments we will
never possess
you are in the east
I am in the west
you blow smoke rings
through the phone
this moment
I can almost smell the smoke