we don’t last forever
we’re a breath of air that soon needs to be released
into the sky
picked up by someone we may never meet
carried on until we no longer remember
it lasts
leaves
and then repeats
winter to spring it fleets
we’re ephemeral
He paints us on the earth
He could call us a design
once perfect
I suppose it would be his mural
but still we do not last
rain comes
washes us off
an enemy comes and paints over us
our lasting is fleeting until it leaves
only some remember
time gone by
where do the breaths go once they leave our lungs
who will catch the air
some people leave sooner then others
where do all those people go
they last for a short time
we try to remember
but art gets interpreted different each time
and we forget once someone leaves
people we know so well
ephemeral
God painted them on
we met them
loved them
now they’re gone
where did they go
will we remember them once more
we’re a blink in the time of history
a second of the clock
we all want to live forever
that doesn’t happen
unless we believe in the Painter
it just does not
some choose for themselves to be ephemeral
some are remembered
not by people who also pass by
but by Him who knows
absolutely no time
