Immanent Yet Transcendent Poem About Moments

A precious passing moment Like silver dust or Shooting stars Blind us – for an instant But fade into the dark Never to be written Never to be told Doomed to be forgotten More precious though than gold Moments come and go Moments good and moments sad Moments lived and past Yet moments make up hours, Moments make up days, Moments make up each month and year, That make up every lifetime So how are they forgotten? Why are they to fade? And as I pondered this I happened to look out I saw a shooting-star appear Too brilliant with its light It blinded for an instant So powerful was its might But then it disappeared Fading from my sight And I'm glad to look out again Because now I can see They're never to be written Never meant to be told They're not to be hung onto They were never there for you to hold Because moments come and go Moments old and moments told Moments lived and past