This moment, even before we release it
Becomes a piece of our past
Thoughts become memories
Some fade; some are iron-cast
A spark becomes a flame
A flame becomes a raging fire
As a thought becomes hope
And hope becomes thirsting desire……
…..desire spawns dreams
But at the end of it all
They too reside in the blue
Of the shadows that fall
Moments become minutes
Hours, days, years
In the gathering of moments
A lifetime disappears
Janet~
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