A Vapor

Did you hear that?
It comes only so often.
To share it is an "almost never,"
But you are my known.

We have touched places deep and quiet.
You know what is real - what is posed.
Absorb this moment, Breathe with me.
And now alone and silent. Gone. Stone again.

Already a myth, not memory.
There was no us - we passed, Ended before it was.
Real hides again by the noise and mist of our heightened senses.
There is nothing but a chemical imprint
Diluted, fading, "ased" by an enzyme to accelerate the disappearance.

What will remain? It started from null, but with such a show.
What will "become" next? What will be "begotten?"
Before creation ... after eternity... is there then?
Between is all imagination can discover or dream.

This was where we touched and parted. Me first.
They will never understand it all - no one ever does.
The between is oh so sacred. That's why it is designed to be only once.
There is no message to remember.

Your Willing Servant
Britt Nelson 2016
J.J.                                      S.D.G.