Ephemera

A Midnight Ghazal poem

In the silence of night, a whisper so sublime,

In pursuit of fleeting moments, an eternal paradigm.

Creativity’s gentle nudge, an urge that does climb,

To seize the essence of the hour, before it’s past its prime.

A strange sensation, sticky, it clung like clinging lime,

Time’s relentless march, beneath my skin, did rhyme.

I hurried forth, a mission in the dark’s cold clime,

In haste, I sought a place where destiny is mine.

Heart pounding, the chill of night, a dance of prime,

I raced towards the unknown, through the fleeting time.

The moment’s ephemeral beauty, in the night did chime,

In pursuit of an elusive time, I found who I am.

We spend most of our time analyzing the past.

I poured out my thoughts on the feelings of urgency, fleetingness, and the relentless passage of time.

This poem captures the sense of a moment slipping away, the longing to capture and hold on to it. We get to the realization that time is an elusive and precious commodity.

I hope it conveys the human desire to seize the essence of life’s transient beauty before it fades into the past.

Thanks for reading 💖