Between...

 

Between now and then there is always a memory.  Among the memories dwell experiences from which the poems hatch.  

Between the crowd and the silence 

There is always a song being hummed by the child inside you. Sometimes peeking out of your lips just to make you look crazy. 

Between the hands of lovers there is always a knot when the darkness takes over and the romance lights up the spark. As if ensuring the knot will remain virtually untangled forever. 

Between the love and hatred breeding pain and joy there is always a thin line where the poet hides.  Knitting the poems and stitching words for seasons change and unveil the naked feelings. 

Between a tear and a prayer there is always a hope that either looking up into the skies or deep into the hearts will comfort and repair the broken smile. 

And at the end between today and tomorrow there is always a poem trying to portray a feeling, an emotion or an imagination that will either trigger a smile or a tear...