Moments Poem by Amit Sharma

Moments exist as whisps of smoke
That shoot and dart
In shades of grey
The time they end, so does my heart
As we, who in this moment, part
And now my feet, their motion, start
To carry me away
Under this sun, we both are lost
In a sea of 'day to day'
As often as ships in far waters cross
We crash and pass and pitch and toss
Will one of us ever pay the cost
To step beyond our gates?
If you should touch my hand or face
Hold me while we breathe
My sinews should stop beating with your grace
As another moment takes its place
In the far too often empty space
I must call my life