Endings like beginnings are not always apparent,
in the moment the eye blinks and the landscape changes.
Had I known would I have lingered in the space
just to feel the edges of it all soften and fade?
I am the mist, seen but for a moment and gone
into the dark sky that has been pressing it face against my window,
forever waiting to inhale me back to the edge of creation
into a past that was so recently present.
I cannot rewrite the chapters from before,
they are permanently printed and must remain unedited.
Each word was written with a single breath, a testament
that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Endings like beginnings are not always apparent,
in the moment the eye blinks and the landscape changes.
Had I known would I have lingered in the space
just to feel the edges of it all soften and fade?
I am the mist, seen but for a moment and gone
into the dark sky that has been pressing it face against my window,
forever waiting to inhale me back to the edge of creation
into a past that was so recently present.
I cannot rewrite the chapters from before,
they are permanently printed and must remain unedited.
Each word was written with a single breath, a testament
that I, a speck of stardust, glittered for one glorious moment.
