Within this Hour

Within this hour I wish to stay

For longer than an hour lasts.

But here, it seems, my hope’s mistaken,

For quickly, every minute casts

Its shadow, as the next is shaken

To come alive and pass my eye.

So time flows on and drifts away

As you and I bloom brief beneath the sky.

 

Here is the second in a series of short, eight-line poems. This one focuses on the ephemeral nature of time, and the fact that each of us only appears in this world for a relatively short time.