Beyond the Ticking Clock

 we

are echoes in the wind,

faint and fleeting,

tracing lines in the sand

that the tide will wash away.

we speak in whispers,

trying to capture the infinite

with words that crumble

before they leave our lips.

time pulls us forward,

a relentless current

we cannot fight,

and yet we grasp at moments,

hoping to hold them still,

to make them last

just a little longer.

we are shadows,

caught between the sun and the earth,

dancing in the light

only to fade as night falls.

and in our hearts,

we carry the weight of stars,

the deep, unspoken knowing

that we are more

than this fleeting breath,

more than the ticking of clocks.

but how to say it?

how to find the language

that does not break

under the weight of what we feel?

so we live,

and we dream,

and we try to remember

that though we may pass,

there is something within us

that does not fade,

that does not bow

to time or space.

-me