Little moments

 

Time Lapsed World,

Where friends blur across a background.

A ghost imprint, 

a second's evidence of existence.

Whispers in the wind ~

Look ahead, look ahead,

At what will be.

Forgetful of what is now,

Not cherishing the haves,

Cherishing the will haves ~

All thoughts of tomorrow, not guaranteed to be.

Tomorrow's today could make you someone's yesterday, 

in a time-lapsed world.

Where we leave out little moments for lofty futures.

What is in a dream of tomorrow,

 that you can not work today?

Fortuitous is the person who catches a glimpse of today's once in a 

lifetimes,

No two moments exactly the same.

For if we put into slow motion what is constantly rushing, 

will we not eat up 

happiness?

Break into microseconds

 the genuine laugh of the loved ones, the friends 

All life is short, 

but a short life can be a long life by dialing the time-lapse to a 

slow motion mosaic of the quiet moments~

Once the friends are gone,

busy with their lives,

Lost in our yesteryear,

We will crave an arsenal of memory trinkets 

to work through the rest of our 

lives without them 

A laugh is not a laugh heard anymore, but engravings on the walls of our 

mind.

That in which we must hit

 re-wind,

 re-play,

repeat,

Like a hug through time that wraps around us in comfort.

No more smears against the horizon,

Barely grazing our consciousness.

Movable objects on an immovable background.

Love the moment that is lost to memory in the next one.

Slow the lapping waters of the ocean that is your life.

Cherish the little moments.