One at a time we go……while remembering life’s dying embers.

Did the seeds that we planted…become the deeds ever haunted.

How the light did shine over darkened discomfort…as we hurdled over the good and the bad.

Glimpses of faces and far away places…became the filler of where we’ve been.

Time seems merely an illusion…a day, a month, then years in the passing…leaving only seconds left to realize that we were once there.   

Where to now as darkness hovers toward another unknown…awaiting to be born unto a new light bearing the known.

Author: Elaine Neihardt Smith            www.motionOsis.com