Mortality’s Delicate Balance

In the quiet presence of dawn,

where shadows stretch and fade,

we find the fragile thread,

woven through the permanence of time.

In the silent density of night,

 under the watchful gaze of stars,

 we ponder the vast expanse,

 the delicate extent of our being.

Mortality is felt as a fleeting touch,

invisible with the wind,

moving us through the days,

until we fade into the infinite

and merge with the temporal timeclock.

To listen…

Is to hear the hushed cadence of the clock,

to feel the distant echoes of our life’s experience.

finding purchase like a grain of sand

falling through the hourglass of existence.

Each breath, a fleeting moment,

 a dance on the edge of eternity,

 where life and death intertwine,

like lovers in a final embrace.

The heart drums its solemnity,

 a percussive reminder of our transient stay,

as we walk the precarious line between the known and  unknown.

Time remains…

An unyielding force, marching with relentless precision,

 marking the moments of our journey,

 from the first gasp for breath

to the last exhale of a sigh.

Lest we forget…

Mortality’s timeclock constantly reminds us

that our lives will soon reach a finite day,

its hands moving ever forward,

 never pausing, never slowing,

Yet…

We continue to live in the spaces between ticks,

in the fleeting instants of now,

 where memories continue to be made and lost,

just as dreams rise and fall like tides.

In the face of time’s unending march, we find our strength,

 our purpose, to live fully, to love deeply,

to be grateful and forgiving,

 to leave our mark on the sands of time.