Ephemeral
It’s 9pm on a weekday night
the stars are shinining, the moon is bright.
nothing unusual, nothing unique
another evening a different week.
but something peculiar has happend to me
its somewhat ellusive, but i can see
my heart is calm, my mind is clear
and in the quiet present, i feel no fear.
so much stillness is new to me
the choas in my mind has ceased to be
i must preserve what i am feeling
this state of being is my path to healing.
this sensation feels like bliss
a welcome escape from the abyss
without hesitation savour it soundly
without a pause, i cherish it profoundly.
though fleeting and temporal, it leaves a trace
a way to return to this perfect place
I hope to visit again very soon
on a normal weeknight, under the moon.
