A Moment's Measure

A Moment's Measure

The whispers of spirits past confer with spirits present

In the mist of time immortal you can feel the ancient paths

Lives crossed, lives lived, lives ended

In the filtering of sunlight, dapples of pure gold

tantalizing stepping stones beckon

To where - To what? .

Flashes of what is

Thoughts of what could be

paths that cross before you

Each step leads to another

the future will be set

Always forward, moving fast

for the road falls off behind you.