My village

What is destined to leave,
No matter how tightly you hold —
Slips away like smoke from memory,
Merging into the silence of a fading afternoon.

Our eyes meet
Our skin touches
We lose ourselves
In a kiss
A mesmerizing moment
Over and over
Captured in verse
Overshadowed by oblivion
I will never forget
We never loved
Knowing in my heart
The reality
Will be infinitely more subtle
~Chapol

staring out at the coastline,
I think
of
vacations,
sitting on decks,
waves roaring,
wine in hand,
dreaming of
our togetherness;
Did these days ever
exist?
I don’t know-
a mirage?

#sensewrds 88 #poetry

As the seasons pass, we too pass
Catch the moment seems fleeting.
Time stands still for no one
The butterfly understands
It came from a caterpillar
Its season is just a
Live each moment
As fate demands
In our lives too
Breath for today
For tomorrow
May never come...

‘I have seen that in the meditation of righteous thoughts there is a kind of goodness that the wicked never know; that is, the enjoyment of solitude with oneself.’ ~ Chapol