Posted in Dreaming while awake


“There is a gust of eternity in every fleeting moment.”
Marty Rubin


Your fragrance is transient
in my memory.
Your light only touches me
in ephemeral beams.
A shooting star of
a life once lived.
Waves of fleeting recollections,
fly in like fragile souvenirs.
I try to grasp
these transitory dreams,
but you evanesce
quietly back into the ether.
Like vanishing dew,
I’m left with just the
taste of your gentleness
on my skin.



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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