Fleeting, flitting.
Gripping, glinting.
Transparent treasure.
Lost and repenting.
Nine eclipses.
Where is the compass?
Staying awake in sleep.
REM descends.
Cycles repeat, beginning and end.
The melody is soothing.
Words are trivial.
All there is …is feeling.
Everything is sensual.
Connection, taste and touch.
Smell the flowers.
Feel the love.
Passing thoughts and glances
Mere moments and seconds.
Can be so pivotal.
Unforgettable and surreal.

“Pain is temporary.
Yet always looming.
Transitory, ordinary.
Bruising memories.
Can anything transcend?
Make up or mend
This shattered heart.
These wounded hands?
Is there any wonder? (Mesmerizing)
Any knowledge or notion? (penetrating)
A melody or work of art? (hypnotizing)
A Muse or beauty? (captivating)”

Nice Write.

thanks you.

Wow, that's fantastic!!

Beautiful