in the evening right before dark in the spring
there is life in light barely visible. it is like that
with us. to the untrained eye we are no more to
each other than the glow of a quick life come to
be. perhaps meeting is not meant to be. perhaps
it is to be. and still spring will come and go and
dragon flies will once again retire to where the
sun melts into the sky to turn it dark. darker
than what we will ever know. it is in this dark
we will come to be. like the code that entangles
us we don't really understand.nor do we want
to ever understand how flickers of light can cause
such pause
