“Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
― The Iliad
Hazards everywhere and yet we don’t see,
beauty and grace everywhere, also unseen.
The world turns one way, time unrelenting,
moments like motes of dust in the sunlight,
come, they go, they know not where from here.
The sunset is beautiful you say, as we gaze upon
the light refracted in the dust and haze, and you
too are beautiful in the light at each days end,
and in the youth of each day and those to come,
and so tell me again of what you’ve planned…
For we will never be here again,
no matter what we might pretend.
In the mote of this moment we are alive
moving and changing, and everything is
beautiful because we are and we know.