Time matures

Time matures, moments live.
Sentences are born, grow up
for the right moment.
Actual life experience,
the right trip.
The right moment to raise
the right to the cup to my lips.
I drink from the small drop,
which is sufficient for the moment beauty.

Life-nectarine influx
warming inside me,
I know how to
silence whispers to me.
The happiness of all
the necessary information.
As long as the time is humid,
and mature life flows through my veins.