Ephemeral Echoes

In fleeting hours, where shadows dance,
We spin in haste, the fleeting trance.
Moments lost in urgent chase,
Time’s tender gift, a fleeting grace.

I often dwell on days long past,
In memories that never last.
The chances missed, the words unsaid,
The roads untaken, dreams now dead.

Days like grains through fingers slip,
On endless sea, an unseen ship.
With every sun that sets in gold,
Regret’s soft whisper, stories told.

Yet in each tick, a lesson lies,
To seize the day before it flies.
For time, once spent, is gone for good,
Treasure now what moments should.

See you soon.