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 breathe 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.