Fragile Spirits

 

Like fragile spirits,

evanescent blossoms,

ethereal wind-blown

enigmas of time,

masters of wistful illusions,

we are thrust into

fitful existence.



Echos of the past

precede us,

shaped by the present,

anchored by gravity,

we navigate towards

an unknown future,

forever uncertain,

propelled by the

raucous energy of life.



Like fragile spirits

prisoners of birth,

love and desire,

we grasp for meaning,

longing to break free

into the light.



Like fragile spirits

brimming with hope,

we ride upon time’s currents

until we inhale that

final wisp of air and

come full circle.