Each day, we live our lives alone
Except for the flicker of the screen
Words appear and disappear
Signs of life
Promises of a future not alone
Yet we are
Nothing is promised
Nothing is guaranteed
Only moments of time in the flicker of the screen
As silent promises
Shadows of hope
In the endless days of silence
To act as shining beacons
Representing dreams yet experienced
And , loves yet achieved.

An Original Poem By H.R Beebe