Shadows

We are but shadows on the face of the moon

Sun rays through patterned glass

Morning mist rising from a dewey dawn

And the sound of hoofbeats on sun bleached beaches

We are wisps of cloud lost in azure blue skyed noon

A single lambs bleat on an empty hillside

The smell of fresh water lakes

And the cool evening breeze brushing back a field of corn

We are here and now yesterday and tomorrow

The promise of youth and the disappointments of old age

We are eternal yet ephemeral singular and plural

Individual and not so

We are but shadows on the face of the moon