A journey in time is not the journey of life
Now is where you are,
The fresh steam from a coffee mug,
Interlocked fingers, a smile and a promise,
Thoughts, Contemplation and Conjecture,
Life - a street facing show-window.
A curio from a quaint shop,
The whispers in your mind,
A song sung in a feeble voice.
Now is where you are,
The table across a revolving door,
Once a lover, once a mourner,
Once a friend, once a wayfarer.
A journey in time is not the journey of life,
Trudging through the falling rain,
Puddles of water and contorted reflections,
Life - a warm corner of a coffee shop.
Labels: Fiction
3 Comments:
-
Hi...
Very nice. Amazingly well written.
But I think you need to explain the verses, footnotes maybe?
Happy New Year! -
Hey, long time no posts! whats up?
-
What a great site Equestrain the sports Kountry wood cabinets Botox in canadian pharmacy 1967 mustang convertible conversion kit http://www.crousehindscircuitbreakers.info/mercola-evista.html webcam xxx girls teens Football sport Pilates ifit reformer Driveway brick red Columbus lasik vision institute Driveway sealing prices Daytona beach kia Advertising free advertising online advertising advertising little tikes convertible entertainer
said... On Sunday, January 02, 2005 12:45:00 am
Reena Mathews said... On Sunday, January 23, 2005 9:56:00 am
said... On Wednesday, February 07, 2007 12:26:00 pm
Post a Comment
<< Home
/ permalink
