A Study on Ephemeral

maybe the beauty in the ephemeral

is in the way it lacks

eternity

the way it's present

and existent in the

now

like butterflies and birds

and how the way they land in your arms

makes you feel

younger

and peaceful

before they proceed to move on

to a dead log

with fallen leaves

maybe it's when

you drink hot chocolate

warm and thick and delightful

right until the cup cools

down

and tips

empty

and you realize that it was

gone

before you've even started

or maybe it's when you look at her

and you can't

breath

when she laughs

and the air is knocked out of

your lungs

and instead, instead

the world seems to be the one

breathing for you

inhaling for you

making you gasp

at that feeling of ethereal

of flowers blooming in spring

over, and over again

of infinity

in a moment

that passes in a tick-tock

Maybe the beauty in the ephemeral

is how it transcends a lifetime

in a moment, darling