Ummm...Another day now fled into the west and all any of us has to offer for it's tenuous touch upon our lives is conversation rife with
remembrance...gone...like that final ray of sun as it leavened out that demarcation and ushered us into the next turn of horizon...
Alpha dust
So fades this fire from within
Withered on the vine
The round of ash to ash begin
Ferment a sweeter wine
The fire of youth so swift to fade
Proclaims that we may be
As shadows coalesce to shade
First seedling and then tree
Threshold
When light has fled and gone it's way
Appointments then we keep
As night again replaces day
We gladly welcome sleep
As slumbers threshold we attain
And gleeful onward stride
We cross the line in bold disdain
And touch the other side
Glimpse
I am not formed from memory
Or whispers borne of frequency
Of sterner stuff that shall endure
Of purest parts yet never poor
Not on the forge of yesterday
But ever and anon away
A glimpse not as full gaze might see
Yet shimmer quick this glimmer...me
So it is...for me at least...that consciousness creates causality...Did yesterday truly exist...?...or am I captive to ego only thinking it had
been...?
I'm unsure...
YouSir
edit on 24-10-2015 by YouSir because: an us was lacking...