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

up

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