Home About Writing Poetry Contacts Links There Is Naught But Now MEDITATION ON EXISTENCE We are but candles in the darkness of infinity. Nothing but a brief light flickering in the endless night. So lonely. Just us, For one lost moment, Here Somewhere Then gone forever, and forever. Maybe somewhere else, But maybe not. We are attempting to achieve immortality trapped within our insignificance And possibly by understanding that; In all the world And with all the time of the world At our disposal. In all the universe And all the forevers of that universe. In all the everlasting never ending timelessness of being Of all the universes beyond the numbering of them. There remains a tiny shimmering glimmering echo, of a small realisation that; This fragment of a shining glow created by our presence, Was essential to everything. A MEDITATION ON THE PASSING OF THE YEARS ------------which leaves us with the awful, doomed enquiry of these later years, That harpy’s voice that whispers in our dreams and echoes through our nights. And which is still there at sunrise hiding within unforeseen moments of isolation, Surprising us with its intensity. Is this it? Is this as happy as I shall ever be? Or do I have the right to expect Just a little bit more? Or is there nothing better out there for me?