FUGACIOUS

Each teardrop of yours
A precious bead of gold
Born of sweat and blood
And aches untold
A world held tenderly

On a blade of swaying grass…

Lament not
The moments that come
The joys undone
For time is transient
A bubble floating by
On uncharted paths

Like all that was
And all we’re waiting for 

What we resent, or adore

Nothing lives forever….
Like fleeting shadows on panes of glass
This too, shall inevitably pass 

MS