fleeting thoughts

Whispers of my musings take flight,
Adrift on the breeze, soon lost from sight.
If only I could gather each drifting shard,
Craft them into a lasting, final regard.
Each thread a thought, a memory so dear,
Intricately woven, a tale to revere.
But the strands slip through my desperate grasp,
As time relentlessly begins to clasp.
A race against the clock, a frantic plea,
To immortalize this ephemeral reverie.
Yet the woven work remains ever incomplete,
As the curtain descends, my heart does beat.
A bittersweet farewell, a final embrace,
As the intricate design fades without a trace.
The threads unravel, my musings take flight,
Leaving behind a void, a somber plight.
But in the depths of my soul, they shall remain.