Monday, August 17, 2009

Verse: tempus fugit

as I am
I am not
one to insist
on infinity

Not in the
secret susurrations
of summer breezes

Nor in the sweet
benefaction of
the night sky

And certainly not
in the capricious
whims of
invidious winter

No, if anything
these are things
that, instead
entice me
with the tender mercy
of the temporary

When it is ephemeral
or cursory
or adumbrate
Then, and only then
does it have
value or appeal

Let it all
fade away
and I
will be
the constant
I will light
this world
with my song

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