The Instant that Was

The Instant that Was[1]

Heat of a blazing star’s core,
super novae, orgasmic plasma
shouting of truth and beauty and unbridled joy.

Promises of “I’ll never ask agains”,
ultimate bliss concentrated in magic instants
perhaps too intense to last.

Recollections to vivid to believe
all that’s left, black holes that all too soon
swallow memory’s residue.

[1] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2011; all rights reserved