Where then lies the beauty of a moment
If it does not last?
Though a neck craned easily
Can appreciate the beauty of this sky
Regal
Like lilac wine
Yet the sky soon fades to black
As do all things
Rust
Soon the moon shall rise
As spirits sink
And some others are poured in glasses
We have this liquor as an anchor for the soul
Firm and secure
Gripping tales of gripping hearts
Yet this too shall pass
Feelings fade to ancient lust
Cycles come and fade to art
History is a contrived archive of the past
Repeated routines of things that go

Slowly dying like your roses in my vase
But enough of false pretense
Today my love for you
Ends