Ah Time, moonlight sighs through curtains of mist
And I miss you; this day died as dusk
Wiped its slate; and what was no longer exists
Filling night-shadows with echoes soft-brusque
Your holy game of day to night to day
Slips through our filament in mute disguise
While we adorn your moments with our clay
The fool receives the same rain as the wise
…and I must be a sentimental fool
To wish for you; secured within the keep
Of memory in past’s immortal pool
You vex and comfort me when I should sleep
© Janet Martin~
Ever feel like its all slipping by way too fast??
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