Ephemeral

When the mind defies words
And the heart floats as an empty tune
Is the city’s blur enough to muddle its beat
Would that childhood seawall’s memory
Drown out inner ripples, crumpling the surface
When distance brings more than lack
And the light bears no brightness
Wallowed in the residues of a confused absence
Of hanging embers scathing the self
Is there more to time and this
The waves of silence breaking walls
Hollow darkness, a night of make-believe
That happiness is resolved in a feat
Of strength, an acceptance of frailty, a choice
An abstract abandon to life
Or offering that gnawing thing to eternity
But finding its return in a blink.