Pasts of us

Oh, how the world moves!
And we move with it.
A dance of light,
a tune of time,
a step forward--
we move in synchrony.

Shadows of us
remain in place
in the moment
while the rest of our beings dance on.

Some strange light,
some melancholy tune,
a faded photo,
the moment at dusk
pull us back gently;
as if to remind
we also were.