Selene rules her winter sky,
clouds bask
in the reflected light
of other days.
Time is given meaning
solely by
our dwindling lives:
change is irrevocable,
tragic and eternal.
A profound thought
interrupted,
a warm caress
restrained,
a supportive smile
ungiven,
a word of love
unsaid.
Each moment
is a crossroad
as we stumble
through the days,
and lay awake
and wonder
at the randomness
of all.
Serendipitous
is our path,
and chaos
our signpost:
there is nowhere to go
as we are
already there.