Friday, May 4, 2012

Of Gossamer Eclipses...



Away, away, the past is laid
In coffers firmly sealed
Afar, afar the future waits
Its mystery unrevealed
But now, but now one moment breathes
A gossamer eclipse
As future becomes present
For one gasp upon our lips
Then it recedes; a silk-spun waft
To time’s elusive crypt
Just as another, whisper-soft
Brushes our finger-tips…
Future to present to the past
The shadow of all three
Coalesce as they are cast
In breaths, to history

Janet Martin

Defining Present...
...inhaling future
exhaling past
 



1 comment:

Thank-you for stopping by my porch! I hope you were blessed by the visit! I welcome and appreciate, if thought you care to speak; the value and the input of compliment or critique