Carpe Diem

actually my dear, the most that matters is
now. This is the moment. There is no other.

what is inside my palm is not yours to guess
for i may not follow your wish
your dream, what is here inside me is alive

but only for this moment, there is no time to think
or imagine. This is only the moment. The now.

This is the only moment. It is now.
Hold my hand. As we pass the river of our lives.

Do not look back, as the rush of the water may be
too harsh. Look at my eyes. This is the only moment.

Do not look down at your feet. The water is flowing.
And flowing. There is nothing that you can hold

with your fingers and drink. It is and it will be impossible
to grasp, a past reality, a future possibility.

This is the only moment.This is the only truth. Grab it
with both hands and tell me. Now, is the only truth. This

moment of our lives. You hear the sound of a cascade.
That is what we are now.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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