Once upon a time: in sync with the sparks

Context: This tale is about credits and (in)visibilities – and the glitters of being seen.

Image: based on drawings by © afarai

Once upon a time
there was a world.
Well clocked.
in tact maybe.
just in time matters
you felt rather out of sync,
turning counter-clockwise
with your feathery pace.

Far too much adagio
or something.
And at night,
too much star gaze,
too much fairy magic sparkles,
too much down tempo beat
in your song.

Discretion matters to you.
fading in and out.
credibly untouchable,
touchingly out of reach.
better not take you for granted.
disillusion guaranteed
for everyone who tries to take hold of you.
Hold on.

Some touches of glitter
left behind you
are enough.

You’d never ask for it.
but would someone please
follow your traces.
And come find you.

Once upon a time
there was a world.
Cold.
or am I simply
not cool enough?

Maybe my scales are too scattered,
my tongue too sharp.
unfortunately no sugar coat.
would certainly taste better,
wouldn't it?

‘Please save me
the heated discussions,
but keep the neuron fires
if you may’

‘Not his work’
I am hissing,
singeing.
‘what a prick’
pricking my claws,
smoldering.

A headstart only possible
in secret for me.
Never mind.

One last blazing glare.
a suppressed snort.
but then not quite hidden.
at least not from you,
being subtle enough
to see it.
my heat doesn’t bother you,
matches your beat.

The only one?
a half-hidden smirk
flickering through my face,
meeting your gaze.

Starry eyes glittering a little.
nevermore hiding tactfully,
but getting visibly
intact in our own rhythms.

Here, we feel no need to cover up.
We are timeless.

Sinking in sync,
we almost believe in fairy tales,
at least in momentarily magic.
or never again
other than that.

In our now we live
already a bit of
future happiness.

© cynje