People once friends and friends once strangers
framed in an honest landscape
eyes that squint in the trice of sun.
the splendour of their ambrosia
glaring and obvious, yet never enough.
a nostalgia borne from this beam
and an ephemeron that we cannot know
will one day seem distantly close.
bygone beloved, and in this moment even more,
the nature of the honey bee has changed for everyone
and is sweet in different circumstance
ephemerally.
smiles are gifts and laughs are frozen
frost that although altered seems the same.
ephemerally.
nature appears eternally stuck
doused in today’s nectar,
as if it was always the same
the years just fly by and seem like one on brief reflection. its hard to realise that everything is far more changed than i think, but it is.