A Simple Spell, A Word

(a short pantoum)  

How swift that moment stirs in morning’s dew,  
In second opened heart that craves return.  
A simple spell that fills the world with you;  
A word that brings, essential graces yearn.  
 
In second opened heart, that crave’s return,  
That “clutch” and “slide,” that cry to deeper thought.  
A word that brings essential grace’s yearn,  
With breaths in gasps, with pounds and skips are caught.  
 
That clutch and slide, that cry to "deeper," thought,  
Where fingers count the times it takes to tears.  
With breaths in gasps, with pounds and skips are caught,  
They count for naught, till cry of joy appears.  
 
Where fingers count the times, it takes to tears,  
How swift that moment stirs in morning’s dew.  
They count for naught, till cry of joy appears,  
A simple spell that fills the world with you.