Ephemeral whispers

Fleeting whispers of the earliest sunlight,
Moments that vanish, like shooting stars in the night.
A smile, a touch, a fleeting embrace—
Life’s transient brush leaves behind its gentle grace.

I yearn for forever, for that radiant glow,
Yet ruthless time continues its unyielding flow.
I clutch at the sands as they slip through my hands,
Hoping to tether what we scarcely understand.

But perhaps life’s charm lies in its shifting thread,
In the beauty that lingers within the unsaid.
Each fleeting second, a canvas, a hue,
A masterpiece painted in shades ever new.

So let us not mourn the bonds that wane,
For joy’s sweetest notes are born after pain.
In the ephemeral dwells life’s truest art—
A mosaic of moments that soften the heart.

Goodbye to all the beautiful moments that was fleeting but did exist—and that’s enough. ♥