Epitaph for the Fleeting
Life’s fleeting beauty carved in stone,
In the briefest moments, truth is shown.
Grave markers hold what time can’t own,
Ephemeral joys in twilight’s zone.
Joy in the transient, joy in the slight,
Craving the briefest glimmers of light.
Dance with shadows in their last breath,
Embrace the emptiness, defy death.
Moments waltz in their fragile grace,
In the dying light, find a place.
Grave’s cold embrace, a darkened cheer,
Cherish the now, as end draws near.
Life’s final breath, a fleeting jest,
Beauty thrives where moments rest.
With every tick and every chime,
Find your joy in the slip of time.