ode to an aeon

For S.

a cascade of liquid.

molecules clinging tightly

in a frenzied quest 

to stay, to float.

but a sigh away from 

falling

prism light reflects

like a dripping mirror

– a fragile film

iridescent, delicate and soft.

blown from the

happy tunnels

of juvenile laughter

into a busy, bustling world

where there is nothing to be done

but reflect the beams

that render you

translucent

beautiful but

brief

is a photograph not taken

like crackling flames 

dampened with 

a breath.

an orb finally fluttering

to decay

with a last entrancing shiver.

a dying dance

to be made anew

by the next giggling light. 

featured image credit: @ellen.lemon