A ribbon at a time
Impermanence takes us away
From the amethysts of memory
And the singleness of personality
Love blooms without condition
With the design of evolution’s
Enterprise, who can miss her?
A Sunlit cloud at a time
The days rush with golden hours
For progress, expansion, finally to decay
An inch of the Season at a time
That quivers in purpose’s circumference
Our audience is to idleness
As a disdained sky to the sunset
Of our lives, where did it go?
Where did it go, it went
To the strangest sea, to the crumbs
Of all we built, how we travelled
A soul wearing skin for a while.