Finite

[Vincent]

Finite

It doesn't last,
though we often think otherwise.
So cast our line in the lake of today,
reel in what the universe provides,
and be thankful for boat we've been lent.
Feel the steady breeze of good memories,
see the golden rays of those within our marrow,
and silence the Sirens' luring hymn.
Finite is the soul's temple.
The trees echo this wisdom--
a million leaves rippling in a symphony
before drifting to the earth,
where they lay in display to the church of stars
and a moon's lonely gaze.

[Andrea]

Wonderful thought provoking words and images. Really provides the imagination with a slide show!

[Poet]

I love it! An interesting way of proclaiming Finite.
Write On!

[Vincent]

Thank you, Andrea and Ocean :)