Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past
I know every scene by heart, it all went by so fast...
                                    - Bob Dylan

view the days,
feel them turn twirl spin
past the fingertips of all reason

within lies a message
of a dream
so long forgotten
it almost becomes
a mythology of our lives

what we once were
never could have been,
what we once desired
is from a world
that no longer exists

what we are
is an achievement of the spirit
we never anticipated
and a quiet moment
of desperation
that we never requested

what we will become
can scarcely be grasped
in any form or conception
but is awaited
with fear and delight
with discontent and acceptance

we stand in the present bathed
by the darkness of the future,
warmed by the glow
of the past, the process
is not remarkable but merely
a reason to continue
one step at a time...