Interim

Would my words, only, grasp
The memoir of the past
While evading the present
Devoid-ing the future?

Would my words hold
These moments of departure
Into the realm of now and then?

Would my words portray
The wander in my head
The roars of my heart
The emptiness of my soul
The stretch of my nights
And the void of my long days?

Would my words capture
All that my eyes devour?
The endless and the unbound,
Also the limited and the confound,
The unrestrained interim?

Would my words exist
In between of the two;
The beyond and the vanished
Without lodging in the present?
Is there a way to escape
The here and now,
Yet, venture in today?

Would my words flow
In the reign of tomorrow
Yet, howl the rain of the bygone?

Would my words bleed
The anguish of my wander
To hide from the heed
Of the uncontrolled further?

Would my words allow
The tales of my interim
Within the raid of the flow
In the tides of the morrow?