Impermanence

Temporary is the sunrise
Temporary is the sunset
Temporary are the sounds that echo this sonnet

But where shall we find permanence, if that’s all that our mind seeks?
Where can we find the fountain, that will perish this void—null, grand and incomplete?

As my sight meets the endless horizon, where the sea and the sky become one,
I soon learn that in that instant I met her for once
For she abides in concurrence with all that’s fleeting, and in this tragic meeting I welcomed her.
Just as she was.

~ Catarina R. Peterson