The capture

He allowed the dreams to crash
Through the sleeves of his black coat. 
My sanity—bereft—then recreated
As a thousand fancies flashed
To further press my long held breath. 
Then, with one swift silver stir 
New heights were made—
My passion awed, cried—and impressed—
'Til the grander sluggish gesture
His left arm waved and 
Sprang to life the monstrous unity—that lived
Even under the summer shade of tomorrow.

Dale Chou
2002-05-12