They see each other for the first time. Their eyes lock, time stops.
A feeling that they have seen each other before, but their eyes had never yet met.
He moves towards her, they speak and laugh... All is so pleasant.
When they least realise night's darkish blue is giving way to reddish rising sun.
Not long ago, it was twilight... a reverse sunrise reflected on a lake. They look just the same.
It's hard to find out how one moment skipped out into the other...
As if awaking from a lucid dream, they realize several moments have passed, and what remains of these in the now - the ever fading now - are but flashing images of a fly-by-night.
A kiss... Even a long kiss
The most ephemeral of all things precious
Sits ouside time in our memories
So frugal and volatile, and yet it lingers on
We can only tell it is real for its after effects
Like miniscule particles in the universe of an atom
It is born, it lives, so fast and fleeting
All we ever see of it are the trails of an existence left behind...
