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Threads Of Time

A thread flows
ebbing, winding, spinning
the story goes
flashing, blinking, blinding
the hearts sorrow
sinks beneath the skin.

I feel as slowly moving, passing still.

The darkness flows
smoothly into the mists,
cascading, fading, vanishing,
as the corners creep,
smoothly into the past,
remembering, recalling, reminiscing,
beside the intense warmth
of the stone hearth.

So reeling, bubbling, roiling, evoking the spell.

The thread spins
in the darkness
as the world feints, sleeps, idles,
cooling the face of time,
the heart is sorrow, sinking beneath the skin.

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  • voices
    January 24, 2009

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    dark nights darker when thinking of the lost.
    long time longer when good doesnt last.
    the wash of times a fading twinkle of an eye
    hours lost on thoughts of one goodbye.

    thanks.


  • ea silver member
    January 10, 2009
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    This is very nice. It really gives that feeling of something caught in the eddies.


  • suseann
    January 8, 2009

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    Epochs merciless flow steadily past in this well exulted piece.A poetic mastery of verse over the claim of the Gods of time.