Transient

Self portrait, Beijing, China by Jojie Alcantara, 2011
transient*
We exist upon borrowed time.
Yours.
Mine.
Under moonlit dance sublime.
Wine.
Dine.
Fleeting life, several chances.
Giddy pain.
Blissful romances.
Rules evolve, merely broken.
Silent pleas
Guilt unspoken.
We survive on lovers’ boon.
You the sun,
I the moon.
Willed as cosmic order thrives,
You set, I rise.
This love survives.
Fragile, sacred, butterfly wings.
Blow thy kiss.
Seal my bliss.
This lifespan is much too soon
For moments caught
In soft cocoon.
Beyond the time we share today,
Like butterflies,
We fly away.
Jojie Alcantara, May 18, 2001
(written for an ex-boyfriend who disappeared from my life only to resurface two years later, expecting to reconnect with open arms. But by then, I had subconsciously transformed into the nomadic solo traveler and free spirit that I idolized in him, thereby sealing my closure and new found self-reliance today)
*transient. 1. a: passing especially quickly into and out of existence 2. not lasting, enduring, or permanent; transitory. 3. lasting only a short time; existing briefly; temporary: transient authority.





This is so beautiful. You are so artistic!
Thank you very much.
I love the poem! Sorry I’ve been so behind on your posts. Life has been so incredibly busy I’ve been overwhelmed. yet I truly love your photos and words. So inspiring and so beautiful!
Keep up the great work! You are touching people!
Hugs to a lovely, busy woman!