REVIVAL

Like dots on the map of time 
Our lives 
Transient pauses, in the eternal race 
Here today, gone tomorrow 
Wisps of smoke 
Vanishing without a trace 
The skies mourn our passing 
In wetness 
A moment, and then forget to cry 
Soon as a new drop is born 
To die 
As another day passes by 

Time, the leering spectator 
Marking our journey

Through space 
Laughs at our bruises 
But we go on

Quietly running our endless race 

Yes! We are but transient dewdrops 
In moments we wither and char 
Only to be born again, each night 
Breathing magic under the stars 

MS