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.
