on life

The timeless present is all we had
Eternal peace, the sought after fad
We can leave it up to Sir Galahad
To find infinity, to make us glad.

But life is brief and so are we
To think otherwise would cost the fee
Of our blinking lives and forgotten glee
The peace of it all would make us free.

Encompassed in a prison of fear
We look for answers to draw us near
Finding the answers seemingly crystal clear
It's hard to make out, so hard to hear

What to make of the time where we spend
So much of our lives to make amends
And make connections, our dearest friends
Who would see us all through until our end.

But what maketh the life we live
Except that hourglass designed to sieve
The sands of time, the falling leaves
Time passes on we must believe.

The moment lasts on but stays so brief
Like the orange tree with its falling leaf
To change back into that earthen sheath
What we walk on conceals the earth beneath

This life, experience it is our shade
That shelters us, its our facade
Of whatever more that must be said
For some it will come to a head

And shower us with knowledge of our past
Future and present, they never do last
But to find everlasting love that is cast
Will make aware our reasons so fast.

Or perhaps we fall with lost memory
Our bodies collecting in such harmony
With the earth and all her misery
She collects us all so delicately

To paint the world as it comes into view
Shades of verdant greens and crystal blues
A cycle that makes it all forever new
To think that death could make us through.

Our corporal realms are what we trust
They make us happy, they make us lust
But whats beneath gives us the ultimate thrust
Into infinity in which we trust.