Ephemera Poem by Israel Ebiti

Colours of blue, red, orange and violet,
yellow, pink and dark a bit,
at the dawn of dusk a new experince is met,
in our everyday familiar sunset.
Chimera stage of a new found love,
or of what lurks in our lusting hearts,
like the beauty of the world before the start of a war,
or forgiveness offered to a long-lived err,
the tears from the cracks of a broken heart,
and thinking the bag won't b left ajar for the cat,
the seasons we love and,
those we hate,
on the palm of our hand,
therein lies our fate.
But the short-lived relevance,
of things felt quintessence,
that are thought empyrean,
are just ephemera.