Watermark

Moments fleeting grasp,
           Set apart by our Dreams,
           As grains of sand at surf's edge,
           Temporal foot prints fading.

           What trace we bequeath,
           What vestige bestowed,
           Over each shoulder glance,
           Yet forward lay our path.

           Each from adolescent beginnings,
           Ignorant of our Transgressions,
           In time, choice ours to acquiesce,
           Election of coarse our plentiful menu.

           Hail human watermarks high and low,
           Cleave to spirit's wane,
           Above all remember Love,
           Before and after life's end,
           Hail Love's Watermark in warm embrace.

           Email the AuthorS. L. Keck
Copyright 1998

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