Fleeting

Meeting and greeting

often in haste

a bittersweet symphony

for the longing to remain chaste

Of desire, you can speak at will

in denial there is eternity

wanting to stomp every decree

before it becomes an overkill

When I close my eyes
the lights go off

but in  the background
the noise refuses to dim

just like the moments you saved
when you stopped to look

are the ones 
that did you in

life moves fast, so fast at times

I hold myself to steal some time

nestling under the moist look on your face

I turn my back to what we leave behind

there are moments
when I become pure
hide my profanities
and become my very cure

but these moment are rare
rare as your sight
like so many things you are to me
a fleeting glimpse of my might

a rose that neither withers
nor loses its sheen
I run away from reality 
when it begins to drift away from the seams

No, I'm not dying or drifting away
but the epic ending is far from sight
even as these passages
become clearer by the day

a final journey into my being reveals
the very details only you managed to steal
the frosted glances deep in your soul
that I best remember as my living days