Monday, July 11, 2011


In youth five summers reached eternity
An hour was something loosely held
A day had moments to be squandered freely
We did not grieve the flowers we smelled
Or dreams which Time has felled

Life is an invisible passage of moments
A journey of forgotten pleasures
Now as I cradle its tender torment
And ponder its fleeting measures
I search for its deeper treasures

If life was simply a sequence of summers
Before we are laid in the dust
If Time were the dictator of our destination
How empty would be our trust
Prisoners of humanity’s lust

Above life’s circle in earths shifting sand
A solid truth prevails
Not one of us escapes the Hand
Holding Time’s brief exhale
Into eternity; unfathomable


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