Days pass in the licking of flames along the clicking rhythm of a beating heart. Each subtle moment passing by missed in the rush of the day from one to the next and time i lost for eternity, Never to be reclaimed. To lap up the souls blood from the sieve of the beach of places of eternity and take back those wasted moments too late but a breath away from the end and those who would fall short but to wonder what if, could haves should haves mights and possbilities long past that failed and faultered at. These thngs are beyond me and these subtle gestures shall I not miss even in the rushing of the heart and the beating of the moments do I find deliverance and possibility in the eternal now.
Delemonico · Wed Dec 10, 2008 @ 11:55pm · 0 Comments |