Stillness,
At the breath of first morning
White as swans on the river blown
Time adrift among the roses
Europe’s balconies spilled
Over into new moments
The tide of experience
Flooding, flowing, caressing
Consciousness and wiped clean
Stretching out into
The obscene and vague concept
Of tomorrow,
Nothing moves larger than dream
When hours are large and oval
It’s promiscuous to plan too much
And somewhat foolhardy
In the whirlwind of days
Nothing is sure
Not work, love, or existence.
Wuji Seshat 
Scented, scenic, wonderful construction of verse and metre. Like observing a European crowd while roaming through a city
What a cool review Richard, many thanks!
So many emotions here! Anticipation and a certain sense of nervousness that comes with not knowing what lies ahead. Yet, there is a feeling of calm as well. A stillness that is rooted within. It seems to me as though time, space and all the emotions that can possibly be felt are merging together in one still moment of depth and epiphany.