We exist upon borrowed time.
Under moonlit dance sublime.
Fleeting life, several chances.
Rules evolve, merely broken.
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,
We fly away.
© Jojie Alcantara May 18, 2001
This was written for an ex-boyfriend who disappeared from my life (see date above) only to resurface two years later, expecting to reconnect with open arms in a guilt-free friendship. By then I had consciously transformed into the nomadic solo traveler and free spirit that I idolized in him, eventually sealing my closure and developing my self-reliance in the next years. In retrospect, I had nothing to forgive, but everything to thank for, including the pain.
Footnote: Several years later, he finally said sorry. It was the only thing I wanted to hear the most.
*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!