Life-this moment....

Shells in shifting sand

or fleeting beauty of innocence,

as our role in this temporal play

nothing but guest appearance.

The humble fisherman is ever

grateful for his daily catch.

But he glimpses his lifeboat only

at an ominous hour or dry patch.

His ship trudges by him while he sheds

a tear for every past wave of fear,

he reminisces at every present moment

impervious to life now and here.

He clings on to ghosts and mirages

but whats today he does not know.

he caresses carcasses of hurtful memories

dying before the end of the show.

Every day has gone by, an empty

vacuum, painfully slow.

Love or lust, heartache or death,

the beauty lies in letting go.