I realize we were like flame.
With a single spark,
suddenly it was warm and bright.
But just like fire,
a simple blow of the wind
made everything dark and cold.
There was never really something special,
but the fleeting and tepid moments ablaze. Now what remain are the burnt parts
and the things
that will never be the same again.

cast
                a stone
                       into the      sea
           and see
                    how the salt
gasps
              into a   gaping

wound.

    don’t blink;
it heals quicker
   than a wink.
                       not even its froth
can glance
at the magic.

His love
Was as fleeting
As that summer
We met.

is the color of
the ocean
the sky
the sails
of the boats
in the island where we met.

Blue
is the color of
your shirt
your eyes
that day we took a stroll
along the shore.

Blue
is the color of
the moon
that night we kissed.

Blue
is the color of
that day you left
without saying
goodbye.

Blue
is the color of
my (broken) heart.

All that you perceive is impermanence
No thing is begot by Nothing
All that can ever be known is but
    a cap
           upon a crest
                              upon a wave
                                                 upon an ocean
                                                                       upon a sphere
                                                                                            upon nothing
                                                                     within a sphere
                                              within an ocean
                          within a wave
       within a crest
within a cap
All that recedes is increasing
Nothing transmutes to No thing
All is externally breathing
                                           w
                                              a
                                                 v
                                               e
                                             s
into your perception
You are but a w
                         a
                       v
                         e
But you already knew that

My heart is like an old butterfly net
That has a gaping hole torn into it;
What it catches flutters at its leisure
And leaves surely with time, or with the wind,
Leaving my heart empty and I'm sorry
That I cannot keep the bubbly-ness here.
I've been broken; I try but I'm a fool,
Holding on to something I've never held.

I live for those fleeting moments
that capture your imagination
of a bright future.
A word,
a gesture,
or even a glance.
That instant,
when all the possibilities of your fantasy
seem only a few steps away.
Where you fill the gaps of your dreams with the opportunity in front of you.
But alas,
as that opportunity comes and goes, the gaps seem more barren than before,
and you're left once again
with only the dream.
The dream of a bright future
where these moments no longer pass like whispers in the wind.
But instead,
are engraved like crevices in a tombstone.
Because in life we only have our dreams,
and the hope that these fleeting moments
turn into eternal memories

Our lives are set-up in beautiful hypothetical.
Propositions swirl around like conveyor-belt sushi- delights to choose at semi-random.
Light and fluffy brightly colored choices.
Candied aftermaths of promise.
We stare at the world like through a pane of glass that houses every good thing.
Select a sweet impermanence.
Finger a whim.
Cast yourself onto a game of chance.
Play your favorite song on the jukebox of 'nowness'.
Skip all of the imperfections in a sidewalk.
Dandy through your daydreams.
To want is to behold.
To wish is to brush the tips of splendor.
All of it free for now.