Fleeting Reality

A poet
Am I?
Or a moment?
A word today
A sound tomorrow
A breeze the day after…

Will you then have time
To spare me a thought?
To lend me an ear?
Give me the time?

Tomorrow
There will be others
Speaking better
Touching souls

Reaching depths
Of emotion

Scaling heights
Of passion

Creating the world
Of that moment
Before
They too become
A sound
And the
A breeze