Poem: Lost In A Moment

Here we stand on the precipice of Time
Watching as yet again the sun sets on another day,
Standing in awe as the colors swirl and merge with neither reason nor rhyme.
Deafening silence overwhelms and left we are with naught to say.

Here on this crag stand we stranded, silent, lost,
Gazing out over the ocean of Time- uncomprehending in its course.
Here we brave the seasons: the burning sun and the killing frost.
East to west that orb burns its path, yet none know its true source.

From whence it came, where it rests, none shall e'er know.
Thus seek we do to satiate our desire-
Though search we may high and low,
We may ne'er know that truth our hearts require.

Time-fleeting, evasive, here and gone,
That moment, a single instant etched in stone.
The lives we live, day, night, dusk, and dawn,
Until that moment, that instant, we are gone-alone.

Question we may the who, what, where, again and again.
Ask of our hearts whate'er we will-
One thing shall we ne'er know, the when.
Though search we may 'till no more we are, cold-still.

Mind we do not the how or the when.
Only that which is the here-the now;
'Till wiser become the hearts of men-
'Till time for each to give his final bow.

Here's to You, Jean.We miss you...