Accelerated moon and steadfast sun,
Swiftly encircle in succession,
While my arms, my feet, my heart, -
crawl idle in torpid procession;
I did blink in one course,
Yet another duration,
Each foot would then adjust,
I knelt down reaching one morning flower,
As it turned back into what's dust!
A flicker of time is what's given,
A notch in the stretch of the cord,
What you move in this life is what's present,
Before time closes it's final doors!
Michelle lee Schaeffer (c) 2009