Luminescent!

Eloquence is but an ephemeral thing
A moment’s splendor in the face of eternity
Its beauty is ethereal, its joys infatuation
But in the end, it leaves only an empty labyrinth

Epiphany is but an ephemeral thing
A moment’s clarity in the face of misty eternity
Its beauty is ethereal, its joys euphoria
But in the end it leaves only an empty lagoon

Extravagance is but an ephemeral thing
A moment’s bright fire in the face of eternal night
Its beauty is ethereal, its joys incendiary
But in the end, it leaves only an empty pit

What is left when ephemeral things are gone?
Only an endless cycle of longing for what can never be again.