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
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.
Copyright © Natsirt Nav Neram | Year Posted 2005
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.