Every crescent ride

The clouds we see
In front of the moon
In a night sky
Is what are we
In now
In this life.
The visible clouds
This one slot
In the time passing by.
But the clouds remain
Even when invisible
In the eternity of the sky
Like souls
In their own stages
Of the journey
Of life and death
Of being visible and invisible
In different shapes
Changing sizes.
But the Vapours
They keep changing
So do we.
So does the time.
Even the star
That seems permanent
In a night sky.
Also the moon
Which seems dead
For some lifetime.
And then it gets alive
To our senses -
Bit by bit
Every crescent ride.