Monday, 16 June 2014

The Passing Of Another Day

Gorging on the flickering fires of fate,
devouring every second with relish,
time feasts on the mortality of man.
Precious moments drift into oblivion,
visible now only in distant eyes,
reflecting on the future's passing.

Dissipating with every grain in the glass,
life ebbs away with the flow of the sand,
leaving only shadows in the darkness.
Sliding into forgotten memories,
what was once a future unfulfilled,
sacrificed to history,
lost but not forgotten.

© Fergus Martin

Jun 2014