I can hear:
The depth of the silence
And in the distance,
It waits.
Lurking between the grey solitude of here
And there.
Then and now.
Synchronizing
The ambient future,
Reflecting a shriek of joy and pain
cries of laughter,
that lick its lips around the coast
To taste this moment.
Is it real
Stay now.
be here now.
For the past is illusive,
Dividing the mystical thought,
From a maximized reality.
Do not wait for a sunset that’s everlasting,
But live in the grass seed
Of today.
It grows as dawn sheds night
And early day brings rain
That clouds the everlasting light
From withering your core.
From the solitude of tomorrow.
The memory of yesterday, to pass way
for today.
But there is no tomorrow.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
I can hear:
The depth of the silence
And in the distance,
It waits.
Lurking between the grey solitude of here
And there.
Then and now.
Synchronizing
The ambient future,
Reflecting a shriek of joy and pain
cries of laughter,
that lick its lips around the coast
To taste this moment.
Is it real
Stay now.
be here now.
For the past is illusive,
Dividing the mystical thought,
From a maximized reality.
Do not wait for a sunset that’s everlasting,
But live in the grass seed
Of today.
It grows as dawn sheds night
And early day brings rain
That clouds the everlasting light
From withering your core.
From the solitude of tomorrow.
The memory of yesterday, to pass way
for today.
But there is no tomorrow.
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