Saturday, November 11, 2006

Memory

Golden warmth of afternoon rays,
Glimmering unnoticed by two,
Snuggled on too small a sofa,
Listening to now forgotten music,
Scarcely touching, fingertip to hand,
Hair brushing wrist, foot tapping foot,
So brief, yet, fighting time so hard,
To make that moment persist evermore.

4 comments:

Molly Bloom said...

Lovely. Time is sometimes a wonderful thing and sometimes something we fight against, as you say. It is a cruel and harsh master. How fast it goes at time we wish it slow.

Pod said...

our perception of time is just not constant. i have never understood that.

Inconsequential said...

more exponential than anything, i fear...

and i do


fear it.

Inconsequential said...

or rather, it's potential effects upon me.

i can picture mindless dribbling loon, but will the future loon picture me?

which is the worse torment?
knowing what was, or not...