I look back
remembering
through senses recall the more.
Harder it is
to look ahead
and feel just what's in store.
Is the past
the past?
Or bound with us forever?
The now
is now -
but for always - or never?
And the future,
blessed future -
bright as a shining sun.
Who is it
that must be kind -
ourselves - or the Creator One?
Back to now,
blessed now -
with things beyond our reach.
Hours and days,
nights and months,
like surf upon a beach.
When we were young
with hearts ablaze,
each day some dreams we drew.
Who's to say,
with Time aside,
we can make them now anew.