Before They're Mourned

I sat at the pool of life with my legs in the water,

stirring the echoes with my feet.

How refreshing after my walk uphill.

Sometimes rest isn't enough,

and time can wait on me, for a change.

So, I reached into the calm...

..put both hands into the water...

..and splashed my face with the moments,

letting them run down my brow, and chin.

How refreshing after my walk uphill,

but, the splash was not enough.

So time had no choice, but to wait a little longer.

Once in the pool, I swam.

So fluid were my movements against the grains of time.

Then, the moments that time had borrowed from me.....re-appeared,

reminding me to savor them, rather than to miss them.

For time can only pause-and then, only long enough to remind you,

that life is fragile.

And we must use the time allotted to us...

..to savor each future missing moment,

before they're mourned.