our love is ephemeral

As i sit on this perch
up among the treetops and clouds
i can see my world down below
and i view the fleeting microcosm of teenage angst
of the here and now,
the up and go
this transient world of yes and no.
what happened yesterday means nothing today.
and what we thought this morning
carries no consequence,
our love is ephemeral
it is not yet enduring
i tried my hardest but,
i haven't yet been able to
meter the beat of your heart
or the pause between your breaths.
or the sigh within your weary voice.
we are no longer.
we dissipate into the wind
and we melt away under the sun.
our love is ephemeral.
we do not know ourselves
we do not comprehend.
who am i? and who are you?
how could we bind ourselves
so securely
when we don't know who these people are?
she was never quite sure.
just a little uneasy
but for her refuge this proved true.
he was never quite sure.
just a little uneasy
and it saved her from the great fall.
our love is ephemeral,
it is callow and loose.
we are children in the bodies of men and women.
we are children among children
who have never grown up.
the progeny of passionate words
and impatient desire--
our love is ephemeral.



our love is ephemeral--and I am much more okay than I thought I would be.