dead leaves dancing in the wind while i get high on caffeine and night air
old photographs(recalling ancient times,
memories long since dead
living, live
in the mind) -
new memories,
let's create new memories!
precious memories,
precious days,
days of frolicking at the beach -
sunsets and sunrises
all is clear and lucid
in the moment
of inspiration
but it passes,
it passes like a phase,
like a dead leaf
dancing in the wind
in a moment and...
and it's gone!
wrinkled faces (experience) -
wrinkles turn to stone
turn to dust
turn to new life
infinity is waiting with open palms,
he beckons to us,
come! let's go
1/21/13
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2013-01-25 at 17:47
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