For what is life but a fleeting moment

A ripple on a tumultuous ocean

A quiet breath of a sleeping man

On a forgotten desert a grain of sand

A frolicking laugh from a woman's lips

A drop of tear on a lover's kiss

Tracing our footprints washed off the shore

Chasing the memories that cheer and mourn

Old promises astray, love found and lost;

Looking beyond the present moment

Seeking treasures yet to unfold

Crafting stories yet to be told;

Caught off the moment, living time borrowed

Our faces turned, eyes averted

Footsteps echo in a hasty cadence 

Through grasping fingers passing unseen

The moment so transient a wisp of wind

A precious memory it could have been

O, how life is but a fleeting moment