In a minute
I shall run through the doors
with my hair flowing behind me
as the sun sets over the the horizon and bleeds into the sea
I shall run with my breath
no longer reaching my lungs
and the taste of copper filling my mouth
but I will be too late
too late
as the sun bleeds
and vanishes
In a minute
we shall be surrounded by blinding lights
and winds that rip our tears from us
as the sea crashes brutally on poor defenseless creatures
but deep in this ocean there is a place
untouched
where lives are born and lost without ever feeling the wind
where dimmed eyes never see the sun bleeding
but the taste of copper lingers in their mouths
In a minute
The door shall close
when the final light of their world diminishes and dies
and then it will be too late
too late
to crash and bleed
like the setting sun
over the ocean
*kairos (καιρός) is an ancient Greek word meaning the right or opportune moment (the supreme moment). It signifies a time lapse, a moment of indeterminate time in which everything happens. Wikipedia
I got the inspiration for this poem from other-wordly
