The hard intransigent surface
Resolved itself to form
In some primordial age
Crystallizing essence into stone
The intrinsic substance of the moment
Past encapsulated in present
Present encapsulated in past
Future stretching out unknown
Ephemeral joys stand in line
Beneath the ticking of the clock
As Peter, Joan and Mary
Proudly smile in old school ties
I search to find the moment
That reality within
The meaning and the reason
The unhappiness unseen
Transient travelers fading fast
So soon to be undone
The cold stone will be undone
As all, in time, will be undone
The stone stares back in silence
A mocking speechless reminder
Of the stillness of the moment
And our fleeting passing passions,
No sooner come… than gone.
