~ Like an EphemeraA Poem byIt's all temporary....~ Like an Ephemera
When I fly, it is most
intense… And when my tiny wings reach
the sky, As I live breathe and will die Feeling each breeze through my
body Just up high thinking one
thing; Now I still live, and breathe, “It was the most intense day” And rather I would be around
longer And stay…
The law of nature will maybe
bring me back But just now I’m dying, and I
got to go…
Flashes of light bring me back
to facts; I was early mature, And programmed to love, To find food, and to build a
nest, To fly around on the ninth
hour To lose my founded food, and
to re find it, And to find my love…
But seen as a fault of natural
genetics I shall be just unacceptable
and going anyway...
Just before I leave, know I
found you, My dearly mayfly, high in the
sky There we fulfilled the moment The need of pleasure and pure
essence, On that cloud we produced our
afterlife With the sun in our back
shining bright, To be born out of the seas,
like our revelation Or in Greek; “apocalypse” of
love, Maybe just for a daytime…
We are the pinnacle of
impermanence And we had a most beautiful
flight But in twenty-four hours you
can do more than We think we would ever reach… So it’s worthy to let go, this
life, There is no need for tears, as
they dry Of happiness, and only shine…
Hold my wing, youth shall be
born soon, We can go, we did achieved our
purpose…
~ Elisa Laura © 2013Author's Note
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