Oh, sweet temporariness
you're no loved for a moment,
you're no loved for mere seconds
but forever atonement;
transient may your life
inside mortality of mine,
you're loved equal as infinite
this lush obsession's my sign;
a daily daydream,
a short-lived luxury
among passing hours
and forgotten poetry;
a poetry as new
as the pastel aurora,
and the blossoming of May;
daylight's golden tiara
before the cold-blooded souls
inside four-cornered forlorn,
wrapped in sheets of aloneness
hiding my sinister horns;
back when joylessness ruled
his kingdom solitude,
since today did eulogize
his explorations of fortitude;
so dearly adored,
softly prioritized
on dawning's unfolding
I'm relished, demoralized;
oh, beloved impermanence
you're no loved for a moment,
you're no loved for mere seconds
but forever atonement.
