Seconds

In the dance of fleeting time,

Seconds drift, like bells that chime.

Whispers of life in the palm of a hand.

Each second, a spark in the endless stream,

A thread in the tapestry of a dream.

Life’s fleeting breath, a soft caress,

A heartbeat’s whisper, no more, no less.

They pass like shadows in morning light,

Glimmers of day and whispers of night.

Stories of warmth and moments bold.

In the blink of an eye, they race,

Marking the rhythm of time and space.

Seconds weave the fabric of our days.