To experience its birth,
A ray of sunlight:
It’s like stepping into the morning air
As the fragments of golden warmth
Fall through the leaves, caress your skin;
Gently—
Flirtatiously.
It’s like lighting a candle:
The flame burning warm, subtle,
The sweet air of vanilla
Fondly filling your lungs.
And, to experience its passing,
A golden supernova:
It’s like looking into space,
As the cloud of everything that is a part of you
Transcends time, scatters into infinity;
Brilliantly—
Catastrophically.
It’s like closing your eyes:
The streaks of light shine hot, bright,
The remnants of before
Remind you of what was.
Of what could have been.