Moments Slip

What towering presence
Packed into such a small frame
Unfolds the essence
Of this complex game.
Are you feral or tame?

Mildly fretting over a small thing
Straightaway forgetting my tale.
A vision dances off my simple ring
My head grows dizzy and frail,
With skin tepid and pale.

The sight of your form becomes clear
My eyes connect to yours at last.
I’ve tightened my grip over year after year
For moments slip ever fast.
There is no future or past.