Moments...

Time's a thief,
a stench of truth.
And moments are the dust in your eyes.
Sometimes, racing past you
Sometimes carrying you with itself.
Can you catch this dust?

Dust, that sometimes decorates your porcelain skin
as glitter around your eyes?
Dust, that at other times hypnotizes you
causing an episodic fugue?
Can you catch that dust?

Will you promise to catch this dust for me
and save in a jar called Nothing?
Will you promise love, not to label this star-dust?
and let it be OURS, forever...

1.12.12, 12:20 am.