Beautiful Lie

A pile of time, like a world of flowers.  All those beautiful moments.  They tremble and pull, with nectar and perfume --  whispering, "Drink Me."

And you do.

Deep in the colors and the silken majesty of moments, you swirl.  Forget.  Like a lotus eater: drunk on it.

But the sand runs through, and the petals fall.  It breaks the heart.

Forever is a dream.