This Ephemeral Life
Seasons passin the flow of changing.Days driftthat cannot be containedor held downlike music floating in the wind.
This ephemeral lifethat we want to understandwant to catch like butterfliestame like lambslove like it will love us back the same.But the horizoncan never be reachedno matter how far we travel.
Here we aredropped in the middle of the mysteryand there are thingswe simply will never know.
©2014 Sherrie Lovler