In every life there comes a moment Poised between what was and what may be - A pause in which our lives draw to a silence profound As everything freezes And there, on a pinnacle waiting We cannot tell if our world Is about to come apart and fall Into that dark oblivion of sleepless night Or if it is drawing together To take anew some form As of yet unseen.
The past is gone and beyond our reach The future is unknown and beyond our control The present only do we have and yet This too seems to lurch as if with a mind of its own And we, helpless to effect it, must stand Silent and breathless As the gyre of desolation spins wildly And the pieces of our lives are drawn Into its vortex And slowly swept away Beyond our grasp.
We are left, forlorn and forsaken And if that gyre should widen enough Then we too might cease and know no more Lost in the blackness between what we hoped And what we found As uncaring, the Universe looks upon us As nothing more than a fragment No longer needed for some greater purpose And now discarded, our part played out.
And if perchance there had been some moment When a better choice we might have made That moment is lost and we must hope If even hope we still might have That some benevolent hand might yet, Seeing our plight, ****** us up And save us from this final fate Lest this spirit end its journey Making way for the next to begin.