Momentary Glimmer

Given time all things made new except that which hinders,
for passage gives way to arrival and time stands still.
It remains to be seen if what obtained is gold or simply glitters,
what has been lost replaced by what will mend and heal.
To bend towards hope remains a fools errand except it shine,
for who can say if what has been will change or shift?
Unless there be found a new path through space and time,
if all that once was continues to be what has been.

Grant neither room for thought nor moment to entertain,
unless to think on noble things be thrust upon.
For the moon rises as sure as the sun and wax to wane,
the first light will not always rise with the dawn.
For if sleep be found in heaven or in the dank of hell,
there remains still one momentary glimmer.
From lofty heights of gentle slope the gazer will always tell,
unyielding to the grave transformed to something sweeter.