In time past
Memories to last
The life to be
A world to see

Drifting from goodbyes
Not lost in blue skies
Journey to become
Looks like beyond

Living at now
The past is shown
Future but how?
Still to be known

Lit to shine as a candle
Placed within a cradle
The far life whispers today
“Hello, World of Yesterday”.
(c) Obukov