The Moment
You have merely tasted life,
ever so subtly, yet ever so hauntingly,
you fear that my moment of brief happiness has passed,
the one moment at dawn when the dew is glistening and the mist blurs everything into perfection,
the brief moment when you look at the stars and feel strangely full,
when you stand in the breeze of life and breathe deep,
subconciously realizing that the moment of hope, joy, will pass soon,
the sun wrapping it’s vibrant rays around you,
the breeze caressing your heart,
life at the moment feels like everything,
life at the moment feels like nothing,
it is merely you, the ball of butter in the sea of sky, the breeze rousing your happiness, and the hope of love.
But the moment passes,
the dew dissipates and the world begins to feel stale,
the stars fade as another day intrudes on your peace,
and the breeze dies and the clouds begin to stifle,
and you find yourself in the destructive wake of happiness, hope, unable to breathe, living in the past.
