Light of Other Days
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Closing eyes,
I face the light
Reflected from
A vibrant past
Into
The present time.
The present time.
I, the mirror,
Transient,
Yet spanning gaps of
Known,
Unknown,
Live awestruck of this master work -
The placement of my
Here and now -
And grapple vaguely
With the thought
That I am
Future,
Present,
Past...
United in
This feeble frame,
Aglow with light
Of other days.
Wow. Love love love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Erin!
DeleteSo beautiful! I am glad that, as I cannot write poetry, I at least have the opportunity to read yours, Janie.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
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