Am I...

but a blink of an eye
as a mother nurtures
as her child cries

as any and all moments that have and might have been made,
was, were, and all slowly...slowly...surely... do fade
but the impressions are left in who we are
i mean look at the night
look at the stars

to think that those bright objects in the sky
no matter how relative to us
some no longer exist
yet we enjoy its twinkle in our minds

the longing of a lover
and my very best best friend
the desire to be myself
and not my only friend

the truth of the matter
is not a matter of truth
it has no wings
and is nothing of a spoof

to end a thought
brings beginnings of others
but what is the transition from one to the next

THAT is the secret to life
that is the question and the answer