Experience

Experience

Life flitters in the minds repose
Beyond our eyes it floats,
Across a butterfly that chose
To race the paper boats

And like a short recurring dream
That stretch three scores and ten,
The thrashing fish, their tails gleam,
Between the now and then!

If we could hold this moment brief
Embellish space and time
Contained within a single leaf
Would be a world sublime.

The boats bequeath a journeys end
To life’s immortal mirth
And now the light and darkness blend
Inheriting the earth.