Perfect moments. It's been a favorite concept that I have explored in several posts over the past few years. The one that came immediately to mind was poem I wrote 15 months ago when I participated in a "30 poems in 30 days" challenge. On Day 12, the challenge was to write a poem about doing something for the last time. What emerged from my pen was sadness over the day that will surely come - all the more reason to live in the present which was, of course, the message of my fortune cookie. Very good advice, indeed.
The Last Time
The day will burst upon my soul
as if a thousand suns
and leave behind a trail of tears
to blind me for a while.
To gain and keep a healing peace
I must remember all
the perfect moments deep and pure,
the smiles so often shared.
Yet all too soon the day shall come,
the last time we shall gaze
into each other’s eyes and speak
without a word or sound.
A final kiss, a last embrace
and all that will remain
are dreams that paint what might have been
to cherish for all time.