#EphemeralMoments

An empty glass waits, silent and still,
For water's grace, a gentle fill.
It bends to time, a shifting tide,
Flowing free, with none to hide.

Then honey comes, thick, gold, and sweet,
Carrying tales of days complete—
Of childhood dreams and laughter pure,
Moments that time cannot obscure.

No screens, just smiles, and playful ways,
Innocent talks, warm sunny days.
Shadows that danced in youthful light,
Simple joys, unbound by sight.

So let this glass hold what we know:
Water’s drift and honey’s glow—
A blend of now, and long ago,
Sip by sip, our stories flow.

© Smiling Soul