A mayfly rests on a flower,
Waving its tiny wings,
In the air that smells of summer.
Does she know that she only has 24 hours
To create her past and her future?
My eyes are wide open,
Watching this life,
In the early morning hours.
Fresh tears created by the battles in my heart,
Are running down my cheeks.
Between ideals and illusions,
I decorated our love “time unsuitable”
And walked the opposite way.
Eros became speechless,
And stared me in the face.
In the spirit of goodwill,
I explained to him that modern civilization
Allows lovers to say: “we’re right for each other, but just not right now.”
Eros swayed back but I think he genuinely forgave me,
And turning around,
He whispered over his shoulder
“Ah, the unreality of time!”
I didn’t understand what he meant then
But I do now.
My eyes are wide open,
Watching the mayfly,
In the early morning hours.
How much time does she have,
To create her past and her future?
Born of a goddess, Eros knew,
That the wheel spins the same for mayflies and for humans.
Love now…..
Live now……
Ah, the reality of time…..!
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