Today, a shadow cast by morrow's plight,

The present's echo, future's faint array,

Yesteryear's guise, now fading into night,

Darkness of past, where echoes softly sway.

The light, a beacon in the days of yore,

Days numbered, memories held in its thrum,

In a world that danced on history's floor,

Once upon a time, the past did come.

But yesterday, a realm for those now gone,

The dead, their tales woven in time's vast sea,

The past, a fading echo's quiet song,

Today, a glimpse of what tomorrow may be.

Yet in my eyes, a brighter truth does gleam,

Reality's embrace, an endless stream.