When you are in the moment
When all things are as they are;
Will anything with intent
Keep you or drive you afar?

How many chances are there,
To embrace a twist of rhyme?
Our lives are like breaths of air
Inhaled — exhaled; lost to time.

We must divest our thoughts, when
We catch the waning moonlight
It shines on love lost, and then
The moment fades Into white.

We traverse aging tight-ropes,
Gingerly moving — each step;
Left or right is death, lost hope,
Straight will not guide or protect.

Those who went before me, they
Remain – their presence an ark;
Will I sink or float today? 
Their beacon comes in the dark.

When you are in the moment
And all things are as they are;
Take the time — give your assent
To bathe in the dust of stars