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Watermark
Moments fleeting grasp,
Set apart by our Dreams,
As grains of sand at surf's
edge,
Temporal foot prints fading.
What trace we bequeath,
What vestige bestowed,
Over each shoulder glance,
Yet forward lay our path.
Each from adolescent beginnings,
Ignorant of our Transgressions,
In time, choice ours to acquiesce,
Election of course our plentiful
menu.
Hail human watermarks high
and low,
Cleave to spirit's wane,
Above all remember Love,
Before and after life's end,
Hail Love's Watermark in warm
embrace.
S. L. Keck, Copyright 1998 |