Moments

Moments -- untold, indescribable.
Moments written in the whisper of the wind.
Moments seen in the fading half-light of stormy skies.
Moments sketched in power, in love.
Moments shouted from mountain tops.
Moments born in reality, in unfolding destiny.
Moments frail as spider webs glistening with morning dew.
Moments strong as tempered steel.

Moments slipping through my fingers.
Moments drowning in the inky blackness of expectations.
Moments burning low, flickering out into dust and ashes.
Moments trapped in a cage of needs and wants.
Moments gone quiet, echoes dying out.
Moments retreating from the onslaught.
Moments smothering under the weight of tomorrow.
Moments waiting to re-emerge.

Always asking, never knowing.
Always careful, never showing -- anything at all.
Denying, resisting, persisting and never accepting.
What world taught us to douse fairy-lights?
I capture the body of a moment in words,
Like catching a butterfly and pinning it down.
But its soul? Its soul flits away with an inscrutable smile...
Elusive, unfathomable, indestructible.

Fire can burn and fire can warm.
Fire can witness vows made outside time and space.
Fire hides in the breast of the wind,
In the salt of the sea, and the grains of the earth.
Fire flows in our veins and leaps from our eyes.
Mountains grew in fire, and webs, and steel.
Moments forged in fire will always gleam true.
These moments will always be.