25/7/2021
moments of divinity dissolve like selenite in water.
so effortlessly, all the magic that I foraged is lost;
dropped from my clumsy arms that I so tightly clasped it in.
maybe I got greedy and gathered more than I could carry,
desperate to quench my thirst for days of wine and roses;
tirelessly collecting those nuggets of the purest halcyon
that shone so brightly in my surrounding murk,
like a torch leading the way.
a clear path out of a Hadean mindset --a guide for the lost;
turning into glittering dust as soon as I was out of the woods.
who will lead the way now, if not this hopeful gleam?
perhaps now, I can emit a light of my own.
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