All that really matters...

On the sands of time lies
a bed of lost memories.

As scattered leaves blown away
by the October sky.

Love remains as the
only anchor
in the unknown frontier.

Fear is crippling,
crawling stealthily behind,
an uninvited guest.

Yet if all is lost,
why does hope endure?

Frail and feeble,
almost unable to support
Yet it stays unaffected.

Everything is unknown,
unexpected.

A twinkle, a smile,
just one moment
when all is forgotten.

Whispering dew,
the enchanting moonlight
cool breeze blowing every which way.

Beckon the simple and
uncomplicated
The river calm flowing
through the green marshes
undisturbed

Nothing matters,
not what is lost
nor the unexplored.
All that matters is now,
this day.
Look to this day,
for it is life.