Temporal Whisper

I am nothing but a vapor

 upon this vast sea of eternity,

A scant and temporal whisper,

 a mere molecule of humanity.

For I stand before a colliding moon,

Tasting the providence of my mortality.

Ample waves of confusion pour over my delicate soul

Symbolic prisms of eons past soon take their toll.

I watch now as these colors of silence spill forth in double time

I acquiesce to their demeanor as they flood the pale areas my weary mind.

I provoke my still spirit to absorb the ancient moon's cast

 I, realize that I am nothing more than those that were of centuries past.

Therefore as I stand raw and unabashed beneath this stealthy night

I think of myself, I think of others and humble down beneath the endless sky.

For I am nothing…no not anything,

Oh, nothing am I, but a scant and temporal whisper,

 The lisping vapor,

Which all too soon fades from sight.

J. Allen Wilson © 2005