Falling -The Seventh Second- Poem by Atef Ayadi

A second
Is
An hour,
An hour is stretched in a day,
A day is frozen in a hollowed circular month.
A month stopped following the seasons
And ran away from being called on duty,
From being called a month
Month after month

Time is a beautiful rose
Rising from the soil
The rose seed takes a
Billions light year to germinate

It is beautiful
To see time clung to itself
Like a metallic rode
Wrapping itself
And falls into dispersed dusted nodes.

It is beautiful
To be in this moment
Of falling into the unseen part of life.

It is a beautiful instance
That I desire fear
As a good friend
To be with me
While I am hitting
My own ground
And freeing myself
From my good assumptions
And my bad assumptions

Here, and at this precise moment,
My happiness meets with my truthful pain,
And both walk away.