In the dazzle of today’s bright morn, Where moments like whispers are quickly worn, I offer you a taste of fleeting grace, A glimpse, a sip, in this hurried race. For tomorrow's a sigh, a dream unsaid, A shadowy path where phantoms tread, Do not linger in the dance too long, The present’s fading, a siren’s song. I could vanish on a wind’s swift crest, With only echoes of my heart's request, So grasp the now, this waltz, this chance, For in life's fleeting glance, I am but a glance.