The forever yesterday is no more
has passed away like the fog
now defunct as fading mists
pressed upon by sunlit beams

those artifacts of a past day
once entrenched as if to stay
find no traction in beliefs
torn apart by time’s conceit

dismissing mountains without regard
for the depths of bedrock’s plunge
seeming solid before the breeze
took the hill and cast it down

leaving only memories
the ghosts in place of solidity
a forever that’s passed away
just like the present sure to stay.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190914.