A Euphoric Sense

There is a real beauty in meeting someone that steals your breath with every meeting, whose smile can brighten even your darkest thoughts, whose eyes sit like mirrorpools beckoning you to dive in.

The reality of the situation — the bad timing, the obstacles, the anticipation and paranoia, and guesswork — is all secondary to that feeling of lightheartedness.

You never know if it’s going to be the one that you’ve been looking for your whole life, that movie-perfect romance that begins and ends with a bang on both sides.  But it is in these moments that hope is born, and that hope lives, shouting to the world and all who will listen that things can be good and beautiful and right.

I refuse to accept that this is all there is… but I think maybe, at the end of the day, this would be enough.

All appeared new and strange at the first:
Inexpressibly rare, delightful and beautiful.
I felt like one coming out of an upper room
To fret no more and walk abroad confirmed.
The houses shone in silence, and the child in me
Stepped in so deep in this unshaded place;
A fine kingdom that meant to be home.
All things were spotless, pure and alive
Free and immortal
So I didn’t want to know
What I was going to be.

All time was eternity.

Dark Suns, Zer0

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4 thoughts on “A Euphoric Sense

  1. Perfectly said. Not one thing missing. And I hate when someone, or my brain, comes in with reality checks; timing, etc… “Can’t I enjoy this one moment?”

    Live it, breathe it, let every second move you forward.

  2. I thought I had read all the beautiful poetry the literary world had to offer, I was wrong. Oscar Wilde said, “I think that God in creating Man somewhat overestimated his ability”
    That does not apply to you friend…
    You amaze me…

  3. The little zen mantra I all too often forget:

    “Be here now.”

    Enjoy the moment. Make more moments. Or, as Chevy Chase’s character said in Caddyshack, “See the ball, be the ball… nanananananah.”

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