There will be a time

There will Be a Time

There will be a time

in sixty or ninety years or more

when someone will wonder how we were

and what we wore,

just like we imagine now

what it was like all those years ago.

Each one of us uniquely passing by

walking a path, moving the air

and leaving an aura imprinted there,

which will never again occur

in the space where we once were.

Perhaps someone will touch

the buckle of your belt

or your dusty old jacket on a chair

or see an old photo of you standing where

one can muse upon your life

and the story of how you talked and walked

back then,

knowing that they will not see you again.

But you and I were there

We passed this way hand in hand

We made our long- vanished footprints in the sand

And so, it was Love

Surely undying even though we are now gone,

As within the faded echoes

And faint murmurs

in the gentle breeze

in a hundred years time, we will still live on.