Sunday, July 19, 2009

Sine Nomine

It's imagined many ways. To the left, to the right, straight ahead with eyes closed and the hope that nothing goes awry. So many thoughts into so few spans of time. A sensation longing to endure, betrayed by a lifetime seemingly unwilling to begin. In the dark, a mirror or a photograph, perhaps real or just of the mind's eye.

It happens once. Suddenly, deliberately, a breath held until hesitation is overpowered by desire. The mind a blank slate, rewritten by an act previously shared only in thought. Brevity was never so breathtaking and an instant never so memorable. Wide awake, wildest dreams nonetheless surpassed by a feat reality rarely affords.

It's remembered how it wants to be. The chase, the trap, an act of foolish bravery or cautious abandon to feel what couldn't be said. Looking back, there is no drug as powerful as memory. A thousand defining moments unimportant in the presence of a first. The embers of twilight finally fade, and a smile the only remnant of something forever young.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, you write a line that sticks out and really says it all without having to read the rest of the blog. "Looking back, there is no drug as powerful as memory." That is one.

Bitsy said...

Less is more in my book. This leaves the reader wanting more from you. Good work.

Wings said...

The line I love in this?

"A thousand defining moments unimportant in the presence of a first."

Really great.

She Writes said...

"It's remembered how it wants to be. The chase, the trap, an act of foolish bravery or cautious abandon to feel what couldn't be said."

How true. Sometimes ;).

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