Without consent –
seconds, minutes,
days and years
pressing on …
Where do they go?
What do they mean?
A physical, mortal record,
then gone forever.
Time marching on
in countless ways,
ticking of a clock,
footfalls on the pavement,
bodies used up,
daylight fading to night,
darkness morphing
into dawn.
But oh … those rare
and precious Times
that become
'moments'
imprinted for always,
reside in the heart …
two Hearts
beating the same
for a time,
a moment …
kept for always
if we are vigilant
and recognize joy.
And just plain time
ticks on, marches on,
dictates and drives us.
So live for
those moments,
the only measure
of a real and true life.
Capture, savor,
mortal, but softly
unspoken monuments
in the mental
and spiritual annals
of the journey,
of the things we felt.
A time, indescribable,
not just moving on,
but being that lasts
in both our …
always.