The Far Side of Today...

Soon, like the wayward wind

This too shall pass away

To deck the landscape of the mind

On the far side of today

Soon, like the flower thrills

Falling in petal-fray

This darling hour softly spills

To the far side of today

And soon this jeering chant

Of can’t and can foray

Will be swept up in dusk-capped waves

To the far side of today

The penmanship of Time

And moment-poetry

Fills eons with hope’s half-penned rhyme

And full-penned imagery

Soon, soon the silence tries

Those things which slip away

For even now a moment dies

On the far side of today

Janet~