Of Tide and Time, by Hanakia Zedek

What is life if not transfixed within this brittle shell
A miraculous brilliance juxtaposed
With so little time within a fragile hold
This cell
This Heaven This Hell
Do tell

But not of beliefs and fancy fair
But what is right here
And now
And how
And what it turns
And returns into

And moved in years untold
As they unfold
Taking life away
By the passing of each
And every day
Anon…as time moves on and on

What brief and delicate moments
Knit together
To appear as an illusion
Of forever
Yet a place never reached
Scorned by death’s release

What a twist of fate
Its twisted gate
We enter so innocent
Blind to time’s flawed design
And destiny resigned
To it

Away to sleep
And awake no more
Like sands on the shore
The sure and distant chide
And perilous ride
Of Time and Tide