Oh, how has time flown on so fast?
We shall not know ’til our breaths’ last;
When we’ll transcend its’ confines.
Our spirits but dark shadows cast…
Just brief once-spoken lines.
We must not let our shadows fall,
Before our hearts be free to call;
Echo: “A life was lived!”, throughout,
Every sculpted corridor and hall.
So it’ll linger soft and devout,
In the constructs of existence,
We know…but soon will doubt.
K. Aldaya, 10/19/05