My little time, little moments recognized and coded
little flashes, small lights, lights of my life
yet to be eroded. Clear, fluid like, thick and invisible,
reason denied, reasons not noted. A blur of trees through
the sun, through the glass of a vehicle, so young.
Swimming in the dark, touching hearts and hands,
laughing by a fire, no more to understand. Maybe,
we’ll die here, I snickered at the bar, the storm raging wildly,
my eyes full of stars. Or standing on a balcony, snow dripping,
hair wet, parted away. A parting kiss as we fell separate ways.
Little time, you pick the minutes,
to clarify, and set it on fire, to be remembered,
and to be desired.
Hiraeth Examined 