Temporary measure

Creating our visions
we run our thoughts out
where space lay waiting,
blank to full
with fleeting things,
memory and beauty
often temporary.
Will someone see and smile,
pluck the moment for later days
to ponder upon
before setting free
the emotion felt
upon that first glance.
Washing away with the light of day,
the yesterday we held gently
and the wonder felt slips away
forgotten in the maze
of a tumultuous mind,
we start again
creating with our tools
the endless beauty
that flows.
Over again beneath blue skies,
as winds whisper their tales
and the need to fly above to gaze
at all we create
calls so loudly
we cannot but help to listen,
drifting away in our senses
to become what we are destined to be.

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