Once, There Was A Mystery

It starts today and ends like this,

time we spend and time we miss.

Though days get shorter and fade away,

we cry it out and beg to stay.

This isn't a poem to cry and hiss,

but only a lesson to reminisce.

Live it loud but don't forget,

the times you spend without a fret.

Much love is to give,

and voices to hear,

searching for words to make it all clear.

The soul is searching,

finding it's way,

continuing within,

and dancing away.

Life is a mystery,

that is for sure,

take it for granted,

not knowing what's pure....

It starts today and ends like this,

fading away before it exists.

.