Moments
A moment of sight, of sound, of thought,
A fleeting glance reveals the world.
To know we exist, are given life,
We only need one single moment.
Constantly we've cause to glimpse,
As in music when we stay
Poised on the crest of a surging wave
Taking us helpless, forward, onward,
Submitting thus and letting go,
With brief recall of sounds just heard,
Anticipation of the next,
A constant ride upon the wave,
Ever present in that second,
Present in that moment prized.
Things we ourselves create can help us
Clasp hold of the passing time,
Though camera's shutter quite deludes us
When showing selves as in our prime.
One day, at rest we will exist
Not in moments but removed
From events that then evade us,
Maybe in another world
When some answer is unveiled,
Perhaps in minds of those remaining,
Or just at rest in thankful dreaming,
And hopefully without disdaining
How we lived our moments.