Things Fade Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Yesterday I walked a path or was I just dreaming
Did I cook a soup called hope and bake loaves of promise

Things and places fade away not much to hold on to
Days are quickly swallowed by night's voracious hunger

Little moments I resolve not to spurn by wasting
Quickly dropp like dying leaves with no net to catch them

Is my life a song once heard and then lost forever
Heartbeats vanishing in space without trace or meaning

Let me reach my arms up high to the stars that beckon
What else can release the dread of great voids around me

Maybe if I make a sound feeble in its timber
It will bounce upon light rays flying up and bending

Somehow I must make a mark with my tiny efforts
Or has it already been made by the Creator?