The Starting End

“Subconsciously aware or consciously unaware”
The script of my life that’s composed each day.
As the seconds sweep by that just don’t last,
As the hours turned day, that I just let pass

The pleasure of love hangs still in the moment,
The moments of sadness when pleasure gets hung
A balance of chapters in our lifes book
Moments like these that go unsung

We looked into each other’s eyes,
Last night’s moon,as she gleamed a bold gold
I saw her beauty, did she see mine?
Scripted, saved forever in my soul

Today our sun shines, its rays reach my life
Spring colors, spring sounds,
Fresh, sweet
The forest so dense, epitome of grandeur,
A day script for me complete

The seconds, those hours,
These days as we live,
Our eyes and our senses, our script they shall give
Its meaning, its memory
Its rhythm and rhyme,
Don’t wait for a milestone to see that your time

Is gone once again and a part of the past
Be conscious,
Aware,
This life’s likely your last