Precious Moments

I sit on the counter, before the clouds

Precious moments in the sun

Look at me, little dandelion

In your hot cocoa

The chocolate settles

Time blurs onward

A song about dying

A book about death

Sand between the pages

Between my teeth as I sing

The clock of the ocean

A cyclical rhythm

At the peak of the wave

Seconds slow to minutes

Slow to hours

An eternity before the crash

Let me be your idea of beauty

Even if it doesn’t last