EPHEMERALITY

        EPHEMERALITY



Where is the quiet.....?
Where is the peace....?
Where is the ephemerality of love?
The mayfly creeping up the stem,
crouching, waiting for the sun.
Broaching eternity with its sun-dappled wings of shimmering translucence.
Glorified for a day, then adrift forever.
Love is everlasting.....
Everlasting as a stone.....
Cold hard stone.....
Buried in the earth, eroded by the wind and waves of time.
The eternal heart of stone, clutched desperately, unyielding.
Love can be heavy.....
Love can be light.....
Love can last forever.....
Forever, grasping desperately in the cold.
Forever, floating on gossamer wings, for that one eternal day.