I need to capture this
It burns within me
I reach out to grasp it
Like a suspecting vapour,
It swirls through my fingers
And vanishes into the air above my head
I fear to forget it
To forget what it stands for
The beautiful sensation that grasped my heart
And tugged at my soul
Kindness, goodness, friendship
As I had never seen.
They seemed no more words that I tried to understand,
But concrete physical structures like the stones of which the houses in Ontario are built,
Or the pavement that lines the sides of London’s roads.
They have a texture much like the leaves of the famous maple tree.
I must capture them
Because I cannot freeze them and place them in a box,
Because I cannot cast them in stone,
Because I cannot condense them into water and carry away.
I must hold them in my heart and mind,
I must memorize their depth and sweetness,
I must latch onto them with all my faculties
This one thing;
Malcolm offered to drive us to Niagara falls.