Just This Moment

A shimmer in the corner of a half-closed eye

deceives and perceives a wave of anguish,

falling, rolling, splashing on the shore,

Pushing back the golden yellow sand

because nothing is that pure,

that small and fine. Digging into beauty

and throwing it back up in the air,

messing around with it,

changing it into something it's not.

Lips crash violently against the tide

and try to hide the passion and anger

that birthed their power.

Just grip, hold on, and perhaps

you'll stay and not end up

in some random world,

where everyone talks, walks,

and even strays the same.

Lose yourself in pointless beauty

and pinpoint the time that your life

took its turn for the better,

and forget every twist it took

that left you lost, cold, and hungry.

Catch and stroke a butterfly,

in another lifetime or this one.

Paint all the colours

that you see in the sky

to create the world's one masterpiece,

then hide it amongst the clouds.

Live, breathe, and forget how

to curse, for a mere moment.