What a fragile thing, this life

this mist, this vapor.

Full of vigor and immortality one moment

the next a wisp of memory,

a gasp, then gone.

Beauty so rich and deep

we simply ache with possibility

and promise.

Joys so deep and fierce

we shudder at the immanence

of their loss.

Fragile, eternal, fierce yet chained

the everlasting sheathed in shell

waiting, hoping, longing

a heartbeat at a time.

A dream in repose,

we ache for the not yet.