We are but a pause in the beating heart of the universe, a glance over the shoulder, a half-smile, a breath, a whisper -
We are glimpsed for a moment in the crowded market-place, a bright red cloak disappearing among the throng, slipping away between the houses.
A kaleidoscope splinters colours...
Our breath, our moment - the cry of a baby, the laugh of a child, a horse on a long pale road stretching towards the horizon.
A scattering of white doves in the dusty air.
The red kite soars...
We reach out and touch
fingertip to fingertip
and still the universe...
