Still Frames of Eternity: A Poem

Every moment of my life,

I step into a still frame—
a frozen breath, a silent note,
a picture held in time’s embrace.

The wind does not move, yet I pass through it,
the sun does not rise, yet I awaken,
as if the world is painted fresh
with every blink, with every step.

I am the motion within the unmoving,
the pulse inside the frozen wave,
the traveler through an endless gallery
where time stands still, yet I remain.

Each frame dissolves behind my heels,
a past I cannot turn to grasp,
while the next appears before me whole,
a mystery I’ve yet to pass.

And so I walk through moments woven,
each a frame, a breath, a gate—
never lost, yet never staying,
dancing still through hands of fate.