This moment is now fleeting, though aching for its life
It’s pulsing to its death bed, surrendering its blithe
A bitter-sweet conclusion to a severed fairy-tale
This moment we are living, our truth within unveiled
Tis like maestro’s playing his concert’s final note
The heartache in the silence before the verdict spoke
A glance exchanged by lovers before their last good-bye
Their eyes, in mind, immortal, but in time that instant dies
The last remaining ornament taken off the tree
The final gaze upon the coffin after the last eulogy
The closing of the eyelids before a long awaited kiss
The tremb’ling lips first contact before their parted bliss
Our lives are made of minutes that tear us at our core
Remind us we are mortal, we’ll face that closing door
One day that final minute will come – our final breath
And we shall realize every instant is living through its death
This moment is now fleeting, though longing to survive
It’s yearning to outlive its temporary life
And yet, despite its dimming, it burns with unmatched might
One hundred years of passion…
And then it yields to night
Viktoria Nikola