Moments

I've place my heart upon this shelf,
Forever lost and hopeless.
Yet that is when i find myself,
Praying for moments.

My last bitter hours,
Fall upon me cold.
I shrivel and I cower,
Then slowly lose my hold.

My heart stops beating,
I am lost withing the currents.
My efforts were fleeting,
Still begging for moments.

My breath then escapes me,
My eyes begin to fade.
Yet I begin to see clearly,
The life that I had made.

It passes then before me,
The good and the bad.
All the moments, I see,
That i had ever had.

Now I am content,
With the life that i was given.
With each and every moment,
In that life worth living.