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Created on: May 26, 2009
Mementos of moments past
are there before my eyes
whenever I open them,
and dance behind closed lids
when I dare to dream
of
what might have been
and
never was...
All the things we think
will last don't...
can't,
won't...
nothing ever does.
Time dies from one moment to next unless
immortalized in thought or word or deed,
or simply allowed to pass quietly and unnoticed,
but still just as gone... forever.
Learn, let go, move on...
breathe in deeply and clear the mind and head.
Draw in all my courage
and summon the strength
to push past all the limits,
within and without,
holding me back.
Sharpen my focus and cut all the ties
that bind and stifle my spirit and steal my passion!
Mighty is the foe called REGRET as he beckons
and taunts me from behind my back and robs me of joy
and clouds my sight from what is right in front,
strangles me with my own arms as we dance through the dark...
Melancholy moments lost to grief,
and disbelief,
and simply closing of my eyes to time as it passes.
It pays no heed to thought or deed
of mere mortals who sow seeds of greed and neglect and remorse
all to no good end of course...
Time past is only what was and will never be again.
With one tiny spark I ignite a small flame
my candle, my inner light
with all the power of the sun
and all the stars
to banish the dark to the outside edges of this perceived reality
and I can go on.
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