Basking

Bask in the dying embers of the setting sun, for nothing that is so magnolious could last infinitely. 

Bathe in the flickering shards of the dancing stars, for experiencing cosmic love could never be done.

Boil in the popping love of another, for the knives of change keep lurking in the garden.

Breathe in every cherished moment because nothing lasts, that’s the bargain.

Bask in the slow afternoons of spring,summer,winter and fall, cause when the movie ends, we don’t know what happens.

-- A

Wrote this during the summer of 2021 in the pool while having one of those flow moments.