Past and Future

The past looms like a cathedral, its pillars carved with joy and regret,

Whispers of forgotten voices still linger, painting the air with an ache in silhouette.

Time's relentless tide carries fragments of who we were,

An orchestra of moments, each note a lesson we endure.

The future stretches vast, a horizon veiled in mystery's embrace,

A canvas hung with dreams too tender yet too bold to replace.

Hope lights up the dawn, pouring light through the fissures of despair,

Reminding us that in the darkest hour, even there, something may be lying in store.

Between past and future, we stand as creators of infinite grace,

Fashioning meaning, sowing love, in time's boundless, fleeing space.