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.
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:
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.
our perception of time is just not constant. i have never understood that.
more exponential than anything, i fear...
and i do
fear it.
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...
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