"Words On A Steamy Window"

Upon the pane, a fleeting trace, 

Words penned with breath, a misty embrace, 

Like memories etched, they softly fade, 

Ephemeral whispers, shadows evade.

Like tendrils of smoke, they curl and rise, 

Vanishing whispers, lost to the skies, 

A tapestry of moments, woven with care, 

Dissolving like dreams in the morning air.

Names that once echoed, now silent and still, 

Faces that danced, their laughter now nil, 

Voices that sang, now muted and gone, 

Yet their essence lingers, a lingering dawn.

In the depths of our hearts, their stories reside, 

Like treasures unearthed, they gently abide, 

Though words on the window may fade from sight, 

Their echoes resound, a beacon of light.

The laughter of children, a symphony sweet, 

The warmth of a hand, a comforting beat, 

The wisdom of elders, their stories untold, 

In the tapestry of time, their threads intertwine bold.

Like whispers on wind, they gently impart, 

The essence of lives, a soulful work of art, 

Though words on the window may vanish in time, 

Their essence remains, an eternal chime.

For words are but vessels, mere carriers of thought, 

It's the love and the laughter that truly are caught, 

In the depths of our beings, where memories reside, 

A symphony of moments, forever our guide.

So let us cherish the whispers, the echoes of yore, 

The words on the window, forever we'll adore, 

For in their ephemeral dance, we find solace and grace, 

A reminder of lives, forever embraced.

Unlikely Buddha ©2023