The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was spectacular again. The clear sky was filled with light and it made me smile as the night closed in. Then, at the edge of twilight a storm rolled by and said hello. In the middle of it all, the only thing I noticed was beauty.
For Thursday, a poem.
Sleek Signs
It was a sign for me that the world was good, the sleek moments grabbing on to my heart and pulling, wandering by like little razors cutting away my time. For what is a moment but a subtraction of a whole.
I imagined each moment as though it was ready to take another from me, and my moments became armor, holding on to the edge of today, and tomorrow, and fighting to be more and continue.
In my mind I imagined the shields behind me, piled high with the moments who lost the fight. Still I held hope and my moments continued defending my whole, knowing it was not time.
In that end, I noted that someday I would need to hold on to one last moment. Protecting the end, yet impervious, and as the razors cut, it will hold, and my moment may be forever.
So as the sun sets on another day, hold on to your moments and make this world last as long as you can. You deserve each day, so make it yours, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and be sleeker…