poetry : time and life

Dust of Yesterday,

whisper low,

Of joys and sorrows,

long ago. Lessons learned,

a path now trod,

Footprints fading,

known to God.

The Present's breath,

a vibrant hue,

A canvas painted,

fresh and new.

Each choice a stroke,

a moment seized,

A tapestry of being,

released.

The Future calls,

a misty shore,

Dreams unwritten,

waiting for The hand to shape,

the heart to guide,

A boundless ocean,

open wide.