• Another day passes, and life moves on.
    Dont stop in his way, lest you be swept away and gone.

    You can watch him come and see him leave,
    and bear witness to another threading of her weave.

    He moves in step with time and space,
    While death steps behind in this unhurried race.

    He marches on from past, to future.
    Though of his true form you cant be sure.

    She weaves his progress into a glorious tapestry of time.
    Its threads the stars and lives we tread, yours and mine.