Moments Past

As Time "whittles" away
what we're left with, is our worth
and how we mature, speaks volumns of our hearts,

and like the farmer and his crop
or the scientist with his yield
these are moments where each legacy starts.

In a maze of deep regrets
lies a pool of constant sorrows
where I find myself drop moments, oh so fast,

completely losing focus
because my attention's drawn
to roads ignored, and other moments past.

I exit from my worries
and second guesses seem to run
down my shoulders, off my back, towards the floor;

and my burden becomes lighter
as Truth calms my weary eyes
and regrets, and doubts become what to ignore.

Gentle, are my tides and waves
while the storms of Life subside
and my spirit stops enlisting Time to wait,

integrety lends creedence
as my soul sings songs of Hope
showing absolutely no regard for Fate.

Distant, are the shadows
that dance towards the Dawn
unobserved by vacant eyes that have no sight,

but, seeing is believing
and Truth promises to shine
just remember to respect the dark of night.