~butterflydreaming~

Let me capture a perfect moment for you;
A split second in between the insanities
which colour your existence.
I’ll hand it to you on the wings of
quiet longing, on the ephemeral beats of
the lion heart of spring eternal, on the
delicate unspoken words that lie in the
essence of humanity.

There is beauty here and truth and yes, love.
Imagine it in its glory, pure, simple,
unmitigated and uncomplicated;
it is there within your hand.
Imagine this moment that I hand to you 
unconditionally, willingly, with abandon
and with borders and walls thrown
reckless to the four winds.

And then let it dawn on you,
like the first morning after a long winter,
like the first breath after a long pause,
like the truth behind every inconstant,
this moment could have lasted forever.
If you had only chosen to hold on.

And instead, this moment falls away,
as the first blossoms of spring;
will be lost beneath the feet 
of those too blind to see.