To Name

In a moment there is time e'en for The universe to move itself yet closer to its end. In a minute there is time to Make decision by decision And to change yet one more time. Yet still the seconds pass us by, As though fate's flick'ring, wand'ring eye Had cast its gaze, transfixed us with its stare. And in a moment, still I dare not cry That I have known it all, will tell it so, The silence of the grave, the raging river-flow, That life's steep waterfall, where thoughts would go, But leads once more, once more, to one great question. And moments mounted each on moments pass As questions pass us by, As questions fade, yet, known within themselves, Have foiled our inattention. And moments mounted each on moments past Contract us toward an overwhelming question. As indecision mounts on indecision Yet we will decide. As inconclusion would conclude our thoughts, I find in you an overbearing truth And, content, Will yet decide if I have wrought That superceding, incandescent cry. As moment fades once more to tempered time, Decision will, content, no more be mine.