Lives trickle through space
That once rushed by in time
Now see the same moments
With the eye of the divine

Revisit life’s memories
With stalwart attention
Hoping to attach new meaning
And avoid the same sensation

But the horizon sits out of reach
On land and sea
Accept for the bird in flight
What does he know that eludes me

Prophetic at times
Life reaches then dives
Until a rhythm is produced
And the familiar defines our lives