The Best

I found this poem in one of my notebooks and couldn't remember if I ever published it and thought I might just place it here:


We love those and they pass from us
We offer up our very hearts but they crumble
Like the dried blooms of a Summer's rose.
We might contemplate some sense of eternity
In the fading of a smile in passing
But we will soon know better, we will feel the end
When our rememberance of the sweetest smile
Is confused forever with its exit,
For life lies in the flicker of a butterfly's wings
And the fleeting grace that we feel as we mount
The stairs at bedtime through the shades and shadows.