Certain moments, so fleeting and wistful, pass us by,
Like golden hues carrying magic,
And we only realize,
When it all comes to an end, illusory and tragic.
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Magic, apocalypse, death and mystery,
Worlds upon worlds await your arrival,
Minutes and hours flit by as you play games with reality,
Each universe with its own illusive time revival.
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Snowflakes, as sharp as crystals and as subtle as fairy dust,
Dance around me, as I turn and turn and turn,
Time slows down to that one single moment,
As infinity clings to the glistening winter fern.
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His palm marred with callouses, her eyes glinting stars,
They both hold on to time, soft and fluttery
Between this instant and the next, there’s half a moment
All the way down into infinity.
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The loneliness spreads, grey, dull and morbid
Each second passing by, an eternity underway.
Time, they say, is something you’d be lucky to get a hold of,
Then why is it, that I just want it to run the other way?
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