by Bridget Webber

Created on: December 01, 2009   Last Updated: December 21, 2009

While toil lends time,

Joy steals it, whipping it around corners

Like a wind over a landscape,

Speeding through life's moments.

When engrossed we sip wine

In fluted glasses,

Turning to find the bottle empty

Before we have had our fill.

We discover time has slipped past us,

Despite promising forever in excited whispers,

As we dance in its embrace,

Time plans its escape.

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