Regarding the limitless and finite life.
Never would I have believed that life would be this short,
with moral crevices and days shorter than others
and souls as nurturing to my own as a hundred jasmines blossomed.
I dread for my impatience to smell all the flowers
and for my lustful ambition to plant more trees.
In the lush and tranquil garden I find myself laying down on
the peaceful racings on the clouds I admire,
and the gorgeous cyan color of the sky I adore.
At that moment I feel motionless;
stuck in a time and place far from reality
with that moment etched as forever.
Such is life I suppose.
Ought to be marveled as endless,
destined to be lived finitely.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
