pearls of time


Billowing plumes of lofty moments

like beautiful clouds to be observed and admired
then forgotten instantaneously thereafter
such are our days and passing lives
A phrase or clever quip
a witty retort to brighten drab occasions
drift away into the recesses of our memories
staying always at the “tip of our tongues”
never to see the light of day again
Though no less fulfilling
a breath of fresh, cool air
a cold, clean drink
amidst desert sands
these are the instances we live for
pearls strung together on a fading mind
What is to happen to these pearls?