A Step Towards Summer

I look into the mirror’s depthless space,

at what is standing in the shadows cast

by light dimming swift with each day amassed

and passing by me, at a startling pace.

I sprint to catch the future in a chase

that takes me on a journey to the past

and makes me wish each moment used will last

until the day they put me in my case.

Yet – later, standing in the summer sun

that spills upon a garden dressed in light,

I see that seasons end and new ones start

and if we wish to love what we have done

we must be willing to accept the night

and face each second with a fearless heart.