Here And Gone Poem by D.W. Good

All of us are here upon the tidal swell of time
And most have, at least once I imagine, been vibrant like the sun
Aching with the unknown sweetness of life which will not be held in hand
All of us have felt undone by the course which we fail to master

But then, out of infinite dark comes the push of bliss mysterious
Which we cannot frame nor explain or bottle up
We are vagrants on the porch of doom
Where we wait, sleep and memorize those who came and went

Upon the tidal swell of time.