Walking through the woods,
surrounded by people of all kind,
moving here, there, everywhere,
being pulled by a feeling of knowingness,
as though following a divine plan,
eyes that were wandering,
stopped suddenly,
as if not willing to move any farther,
as if the moment was frozen in eternity,
when they rested on a face,
so new, yet familiar.

Comments
jennifer | February 10, 2010 - 17:47
'frozen' is the past tense of 'to freeze'
Great image created, though, by the poem.
J x
fieryfiredragon | March 25, 2010 - 06:55
Thanks again!!!