It's Still Life

Promise

I look at youth,
filled with future
and certain-truth.
Half-doubting that life
is passing away.

So many things of ecstasy.
The promise of a kiss.
A smile.
A breeze against one’s skin.
A falling star.

A question that never asks
what we are is what we were.

Written for dVerse Quadrille “promise” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.