one moment to the next

days spent on the seat of a wishing well
while hours burn in yearning

time is sweet fiction
awaiting plot's slow dictation

growing deep within
meek roots seep through sullen soil to find a centered ground

breath and stride at face pace
anxious to run and leap toward an unknown

beyond fleeting moments of gratification

surpassing the intertwining matters of the beating heart

eclipsing the dreams of carefree endless juvenescence

a final and first step
the shrouded road being laid out with each tread
one moment to the next