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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Valéry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe


2005-01-06 - 9:12 p.m.

Time to live in the here and now
Precious moments wasted
Waiting for deliverance
Time to be who we are
Even when it doesn't make sense.
Grab life with both hands
Hang on for dear life
For time passes as swiftly as a bird
Upon the wingspan of the Goddess's mind.
Take the time to love those near
To remember those that are far
Save your energy for those that matter
Take time to wish upon a falling star.
Handle it with the utmost care
This time that is so fleeting
Place it in a jar of memories
To look upon before your heart stops beating.
For time is but a dream
And everyone wishes it so;
Time - an elusive lover
Who so quickly ebbs, then flows.
Capture it in a bottle
Save it for the world to see
For time only passes
So quickly away from you and me.

raw || truth
Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave