// Chance of a Lifetime //

There have been chance moments within all of this, moments of madness and grace,
which I fear I will surely forget. But for now I am here with you and the twilight is sliding across your face. For now your eyes holding mine and the way our fingers become whispers become the lengthening of necks become flesh over the fragile bones of dreams come back to life, for now I will feel everything. I will shatter and I will expose and I will untie all the things about myself that I have kept bound in the dark halls of my petrified being for ages. So that when this moment has gone, when it has become part of the next, and these small things become smaller and smaller still as they walk the eternal distance of time, I will have been made into everything I could have become. Because I let it all in and I let it all go and this is the magnificence, and this is the miracle of the blood of the life we are invited to know, when life is allowed to open and to close and to flow.

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2 thoughts on “// Chance of a Lifetime //

  1. intrepid8

    For some reason reading this poem made me think of a tree. It has given all it can to the people and animals that take shade under its branches and breathe its air.
    ‘I will have been made into everything I could become’ makes me think of it having been shelter, shade, a beautiful sight and now firewood.

    Thanks for sharing!

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