Intangible

It's raining softly,

the uneven pitter patter of the raindrops harps melodies against stone

Just like how I feel.

My heart batters a crescendo in my chest

And that flame of content flares.....

Just for a fleeting second in time

Tethering myself to snapping ropes of woven lies and truths

Living the same fervor over and over

Pulling back the shades to gaze upon

Three more layers of muslin cloth

But the stark, outlined colors that gleam.

Like wicked lures of illusions

Aren't those of hope, love, laughter at all.

We live by our rules.

Consider the world as it is.

No less and no more

And I shake my head at our foolishness.

At our boundaries and termed weakness

Our dos and don’ts and would’ s and won’t’ s

And the masks we put on for show.

In the society we've created

Among the people we've separated

Between the limits of our beliefs

Maybe this world isn't so bad.

Those little moments that you can snatch from Time's greedy hands are worth living for

Are worth suffering for

Whatever anyone is going through.

The clear cut, glinting diamond remembrances

Silver linings littered throughout the arcane

Find them.

Live them.