Why does this term elude me so much?
The word that should describe the moments
When Time dwells,
No I mean, dances on the tip of its toes
On this steep and flourishing hill
That I always fail to find a name for.
Happiness. Hm, too shallow a word…
Euphoria. Too agitated to compare to what
Time does in that spectrum of life events.
The dance of time on top of beautiful hills
Marking the highs of a curve that allows me
To taste grace via dopamine explosions.
Gentle and graceful,
Concise in duration.
And just like that…I can name these my better days.
When agony and restlessness are not harassing me,
When I’m not on a leash.
When I get to hold hands with Time
And dance
And watch the seconds pass as slowly
As I orchestrate my deep breaths.
When I’m as high…
As a kite;
Yet with a clear vision of the landscape around me.
When I actually have my wisdom packed with me;
But instead of a burden I never get to unpack when needed
I wear my wisdom intimately like silk and lace under my cotton attire.
Those are moments Time gifts me with.
When I get to truly feel
High and Mighty.
