The Leavings of Now

A drift is soft gentle motion within the mind

A wave is but a small crescendo of thoughts

A surge is an idea lifting beyond our dreams

A tide becomes the creative cycle of notions

The etherium are places where we sail aloft

The building blocks that work within our lives

Goals and aspirations breath within all of us

As the divine currents guide us to our destiny

The ending is never far and yet never very near

It stands patiently in the shadowy streams drip

Waiting as we walk and wade through existence

This old friend of finality awaits our last embrace

The ghosts, specters and wraiths of our living hour

Fall away into nothingness as we transcend above

Our monuments we leave behind tended by muses

That shall take to pen and craft our lives into stone

The future is not woven to be a tapestry for fears

It will be as it's been granted by the heavenly host

The matters momentous are in the creations of now

For it is among our leavings that our children wade.

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

That was really beautiful! Don't worry about death, worry about life. Worry about what we leave for future generations, and not how our individual legacy will be interpreted. Do something meaningful with your life!! That's what I got out of it, and its a wonderful message.

[Pi Cee]

This is fantastic. I loved the first stanza. There is a steady beauty held in these words, and it's transcended unto our minds as your own legacy is in the making. I love it, Great write, really. =]

[RainQueen]

I love this piece. You seem to have woven musings on destiny with a love of words - Somehow relating this drive to create something that will live on, a piece of yourself, to the grand plan.

You manage to be evocative within a formal structure - an ability I envy. Polished, yet raw.

I struggle with belief in destiny, in meaning. Words like yours tip me toward the light. Thank you.

[Shy Girl]

Wow!! Such a grand message you have given us all. This one had to come from experiences in your lifetime. That was a thing (not the right word but then again no word can describe what you wrote) of beauty. And to think they just float off the tip of your Wand of Wonder.
"For it is among our leavings that our children wade."
Powerful, yet gentle statement of fact there. Sometimes I wonder if I'd leave a swamp for them to trudge through, but that's just me. :) Beatiuful writing :)

[Jade Leilani]

This speaks to the soul and in speaking to the soul, it touches the mind and in touching the mind, it leaves a legacy all its own