Glory Days

We were waiting
for the golden moment
to touch
in gleaming words

and stir

the way a sweet breezy sunrise
wakes a sleepy day -
but better.

We were waiting,
with the fervor of youth,
for words
that would speak to us.

And then, the moment came
and the words lit the moment

and flamed - gloriously.

We were waiting for that. 

note:  for all the Glory Days that started with words. 

photo:  Golden Moment - W. Bourke 

© 2013 Wendy Bourke