Now

As the ocean 
churns its treasure 
beats its rhythm 
it whispers to the shore 
an eon of truth 
what once was, can be no more 
what is now, withers before it begins
time's melody carries its own rhythm 
no longer than the flutter of an eye 
with passion as fierce as a fire 
beats the grace of life 
for what was and shall be 
imparts life only to the now 
Rhythm riddles the spirit 
but it is the form of the creature 
which raptures the honesty of life 
with joy of the suns rays and the shadow moon