For a second

I could have read you somewhere once
Like poetry on a page
Transcendence of what was, what is, what will be

You know existence because it has touched you, once
When both doors were open, the season was different
and the air wept with a breeze

How you were in that moment!
Smiling sun, whose rays warm the skin
Before a cold night follows

I stood on you and observed
Did you wonder about time, about tomorrow
While we existed outside it