Moments

Moments define the very essence of life
Like quick sparks of a flint and a rock
Tattering our souls, testing with strife
Our own little world, our own solid lock

These memories flow like calm water
Turning and burning like our fires
Over the edges of hands matter
Through the hearts timid admire

Then like the edges of skies crossing
Its gone, but remembered mortally
Whispered in the darks bending
Of our minds constant alley