Eight Minutes

Eight minutes was all I needed

Too scared to ask 

For even eight milliseconds

Asking for anything, anything at all

Even the thought of asking 

Would break the facade that held tight

For who would know... And worse,

For she would know

What eight minutes meant

It was glass

Through which light would not pass

The light that shone bright

Was a mirage the sun built

That was necessary to brighten it up

To avoid any cracks

For the glass would break

Not with the thousand cracks

Nor shatter with the last

But with the one that was laid first

And that hollow cackle

Would be music still, chiming a lullaby 

To hearts that never bothered 

Eight minutes was all I needed

Eight universes built and destroyed 

And rebuilt upon ashes

That smelled of hope

And tasted of resilience 

Eight minutes of lights to blindside

Light too bright, no eye could see

Light too bright, for shadows to be blind

Supernova too exudes light

Lurking in the light

A unicorn danced to a musical mirage

Rainbows sparkled too bright

And the soul died

The suncatcher sang another song

Elated, in pomp and glow, 

Belated, the news of death

None would ever know

Eight minutes was all I needed.

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