Jan 28, 2011

Slipping by...

He echoed the labyrinth of my mind
with words of his own
and somewhere deep inside
there is reason, yet, to hold on

to those words and thoughts
and fleeting moments long gone
of memories by the river
winding, meandering, moving on
of twilight and of the
transitory dusk, amber at sundown

and all that is dear
slips away,
to come back here and now
again and again...


Harman said...

nice..its very well connected!

BG said...

very well-written..I empathize with the sentiment..