By the time you read this
Midnight will have swept
Another day to the past
While morning is hovering
A silver-white thread
Beneath the night’s charcoal mast
By the time you read this
We all will have stepped
One day closer to eternity
Even now ever surely
A moment has crept
From present to history
By the time you read this
You and I will have slept
Closely or oceans apart
Moments move on
Without thought or respect
But you, love, remain in my heart
J~
The title of this one caught my eye... it's so easy to let moments just waste away (especially sitting in front of a computer screen!)... I have to remind myself of this daily! You always paint such a beautiful picture... and, I especially love when you write about the night in to morning...
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you liked my post about the gift baskets ~ and yes, you made me very hungry when I read what you had for supper ~ unfortunately, I was reading your comment in the early morning hours after I got home from work! ;)
Have you been busy getting ready for Christmas? I think we're supposed to get our first snowfall tonight :) Happy that I don't have to go anywhere tomorrow!
Blessings, and ~ good night :)
Awaiting for someone! Mesmerizing, your words and the pic too.
ReplyDeleteMegan, thank-you for your thoughts, Yes, I am trying not to panic as Christmas will be upon us before I know what has happened. We put up the tree the other night. We have a light dusting of snow this morning, but nothing as serious as I thought we might get. I hope you get to sleep in on your after work mornings. It changes with a school-girl, doesn't it?
ReplyDelete...and yes, those moments. So subtle, these little invaluable breaths we take as moments become a life.
Beyond Horizons, thank-you. There is something about those wee morning hours...we think of things we cannot stop to think about in the rush of life.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate your visit and your thoughts.