Momenti.

Momento Momenti.

A blink of eye, a beat of heart
a soft sigh blows all apart
a spin of earth not even done
a death, a birth, a moment gone.

A sigh of wind, a fall of leave
a drying tear shed in grieve
a truth, a lie, a reason gone
just because the moment done.

A sobbing cry, a heartfelt laughter
all just gone, a moment after.

Momento Vita.

A first breath slips
through lips
gentle red and soft of touch.

A life anew
our rightful due
as we succumb to such.

Crimson roses
take their poses
at the cradle gently swaying.

Gentle tones
this life enthrones
as the years are slowly laying.

Momento Jubileum.

In your eyes
your heart and soul
in your smile the world so humble
you give your love
to all.

Momento Terribilis.

In your eyes
a terrible truth
in your cry all now crumbles
you’re leaving now
for good.

Momento Mori.

A last breath slips
through lips
the colour of macabre blue.

Life gone by
no asking why
we all get what’s our due.

Crimson roses
take their poses
on a careful chiselled stone.

Gentle psalms
as dirt embalms
lifeless flesh and bone.

Momento Memoriam.

A faint whisper that remains
but never loud.
A faint image that refrains
from clearing out.

All it was, an ecstasy
a moment done.
All it is, a memory
a moment gone.

Momento Monumentum.

All just gone
the moment after
the sobbing cries
the heartfelt laughter
from remembrance
we refrain
till not even a moment
remains.