And yet
I've said this far too often
how one day we will be nothing more
than bits and pieces of dust
than bits and pieces of dust
swirling in the vast expanse of sky
without direction.
Nothing.
No arms for reaching nor
hearts for feeling.
So this I tell you:
We are running out of time
to claim this brightness while we still can.
Because, really,
What else have we got than
you and me?
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At 1:38 a.m.: Dissatisfied with this poem. Seems like a quilt of verses, scraps and spillage, almost there but not quite. A deletion seems necessary so ---
Be bold. Claim. Conquer. Breathing dusk is just dusk -- helpless against the flick of the universe. Love without fear, run unshackled, live with total abandon.
ReplyDeleteWise words. But they remain just that. Words, for very rarely do we live in total abandon. Maybe now is the time to start, yes? Thanks for reading. :)
Deletei hope you like this...
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ld6ygL4O_20
-C
Thanks! I do love Regina Spektor. I have her Begin to Hope record on repeat most of the time.
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