There was a time
I thought I was strong
My armor thins
Weakens with age
Dispersion and assaults
Although distant and silent
A storm on the horizon
Days count down
Flesh gives way
To final rest
Void of wrongs
Crisp air pushes through closed doors and windows
goose flesh rises, revives, reminds
the mind to be careful about what it lets in.
Mist so light it feels like silk,
sways on chinese maple and pine.
Pauses long enough to stop time.
In the mist I long to stay,
yet always I fight to be still.
LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE
Capturing something powerful and elusive and then being able to hold it and show it to the world.
Performing a rare feat.
A moment of creative brilliance.
Coming up with that idea was like catching lightning in a bottle.
Definition from Urban Dictionary.
Capture your own lightning!
p.s. Thanks R.D. for the idea!
p.s.s. photo credit
p.s.s.s. Happy Cinco De Mayo!