Slipstream shadows
Wraith the passing mist
Lost in the empty nothingness
Of the odd

Moments pass in the brutal silence
Of forgotten lonely places
Peace sundered by an instant of
Truth… it all can pass

Blink from existence
Flash of clarity we are all temporary
Moments to come
Moments to go

Shadows really
Here then gone
Nothing left but an empty space
Where something had been

An hour a day
Lost in the past
Existing in the now
Eclipsed in tomorrow

Mere ashes, remnants
Creatures of the luminescent
Denizens of the mist
Energy passing to everlasting

As our forms fade
Taken by the forward fate
We leave this time… this space
The dust of its place

And move
On

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe