Twilight

Twilight
luminescent sparks rekindle
as if a fire has been lit
embers shimmer,
and glow like flecks of gold
embroidered within a collage of colors
making the illusion of a honey drop-
falling-
as if an embalmed-like tear
seeing her eyes
captured so much in mere moments
what was time?
every thought cascaded
every word uttered unintelligibly
every movement felt suspended-
imprisoned within this prism of paragonic proportions-
happenings fossilized into radiant distortions
views trapped in museum-like fashion,
set for meticulous display
but this was au-natural
if I ever knew of anything being so
then a, click!
like a lens capturing a moment
I swear I even heard the sound capturing ‘this instant’
but it was just a blink
and she said,
Hello!
same time, it sounded like,
Goodbye!
in one even tone
not letting on to her meaning…
then it all went White!
I don’t even remember her going
but she was
for what seemed
so far away from me,
as to no longer seem real anymore
akin to waking up from a sudden dream
trying to hold onto certain clips which reeled so vividly
eyebrows now laden with sweat
noticing my new entrapment
potent and poignantly poetic-
I became a prisoner of the moment
shaking my head at how freedom can seem so close
yet so far
so real
yet vanish suddenly
so right natural and forever
yet stolen in moments time
is life even real
these illusions that fade right before our eyes
into nostalgic and decrepit memories
I felt betrayed
as if my right to air was harshly knocked from my diaphragm
desperately gasping for minuscule molecules of breath
just to feel alive again
I’m not greedy
the more I have, the more I can lose
I’ll grab what I little I can bear
so fragile…vulnerable
the things we cherish and feel owed
what is sovereignty,
when the very peace it promises can be stripped from possession
as if it was never yours to have
is anything mine?
is anything certain?
is anything forever..
when power and profits pummel the poor
when perception peers purpose in the pupils and punishes perdition
when promise is portrayed passionately to its progressive peril
when predatorial politics puncture the provisions of pursuit and peace
when procedures policies principles and presidents provide plenty prisons and few priorities for pained persons
when pundits and police, and false pretenses of peers, paint pictures of
proportional perimeter populations placed in poverty unable to prosper and unfit for piety and propriety
when patience patience patience seems more scheme to keep pedestrian positions in place
before the twilight dimmed
I stared into the fiery eyes of freedom
caught
captured
captivated
never knowing the symbolism-
of the falling illusion of honey in her eyes
a sweetness on its last drop-
marveling at her architecture,
and the promise of her foundation
her eyes went on for galaxies it seemed
click!
she was one blink away
from disappearing
caught in a new lens of prison
now I’m stuck in time
a prisoner of the moment #78756
its darkest before dawn
so I await her next blink
twilight