Seven seconds of Spring


There is something more precious than a diamond that shines brighter than the sun found in a moment of innocence frozen in time.

Patience is the key to the prize because… a moment can last an unknowing amount of time, and it’s greater than anything you could imagine whether or not you know the size.

Because in this moment life, time, and the world are all perfect,

in this moment there is no way to make perfect better but somehow you do it every time effortlessly.

In this moment you know where you are but you’re lost at the same time,

And you know what you want but you’re scared to reach for it, but what would we be if no one ever reached.

7 seconds before reaching, emotional prelude to the unwanted goodbye and the unknowing next time.

We both know what’s coming but still question the near future.

She rests her head on my shoulder and runs her hand through my beard.

6 seconds before reaching she sighs a sigh of happiness and sadness mixed together, because she treasures this moment more than a pirate and his search for gold to unfold but she….

5 seconds before reaching, goodbye is opening the door so we stand and embrace each other before goodbye can see.

4 seconds, the embrace is lust behind bars, love in chains, freedom behind a gate, but a heart with wings.

3 seconds, our eyes meet like the first time you looked my direction, a couple on their 1st date, love in its first kiss, like the one who is blind but their heart sees it all before it’s too late.

As our eyes meet before the blink the moment blossoms like a rose growing in concrete.

And the door is now halfway open with goodbye being ever so discrete.

2 seconds, the embrace becomes tighter as you put your face against my cold neck and breathe a warm reassuring last breath. Winter killing an everlasting rose.

1 second goodbye walks in and you walk out leaving my heart, mind, and dreams with nothing but a double take…..

In the moment I started to reach and the quickly retracted, leaving my mind with nothing left to say.

But there’s something special about not winning or losing and just living in the middle that just feels right.

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