Passing Through The Day
Passing through the day,
One by one they are gone;
In our work and I our play,
All is moving from thereon.
Returning to timeless light,
What has been there before;
And giving new and bright,
What seemed to be deplore.
Passing through the year,
Fragile truce and timeless;
So all may come and adhere,
That felt the abrasiveness.
The deep and the remote,
The pulsebeats of time lost;
That flows on with antidote,
When hope get crisscrossed.
Passing of the ways,
That clears the moving on;
The ripens sunshine rays,
That from a past have gone.
All things buried inside deep,
Which sharpen their blades;
Dreams that divide to keep,
When all else them dissuades
posted by Peter S. Quinn @ 6:26 AM
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