Moment-strings

 

Once upon a time they seemed, it seemed

Bold hindrance twixt present and future-dream

Now these diamonds, strung into the mist

Flaunt their transience dissolved when kissed

How is it that I, when I was young

Pranced over their worth, soft, silver-strung

Now, foolishly though I grope and I reach

All I can touch is the lessons they teach

© Janet Martin