Whispers of the past remind
a lightened heart in younger time,
The ticking clock to which we bind
a moment borrowed lost to find.
Whispers of the moment kiss
upon an ear to reminisce,
the past is gone yet captured still
live full to find no more to fill.
Whispers of whats sure to come
signs of times ignored by some,
nothing more to be outdone
but deathly gaze or hallowed hum.
The beating heart heard now to find
our ticking clock is losing time,
so now and here this moment bind
til whispers of the past remind.