A Moment

All days uniform.
Every day the same.
The same chatter.
Is it scripted?
The same gossip,
Do things ever change?
Out of nowhere, there's a spark.
My mind reals and my heart races.
Colors spin around me.
I don't know where they came from or where they go.
The world moves faster, yet each second see.ms longer.
A flash, a breath, a spark, a kiss.
A moment.
It's beautiful, it's indescribable, it's magical.
It's a moment.
Then it's gone.
I'm haunted by the magic of a moment.