Post by Safronia on Aug 29, 2008 21:28:44 GMT
"Time"
The only night is the darkest,
with a sprinkling of stars.
The only day is the brightest
Unmarred by the woodland's scars.
I find myself unshaken
although the air grows dim
Unclouded by their weapons
and their faces, grim.
So gently the wind blows,
through the delicate trees
through the sunny meadows
so goes the whim of the breeze.
My life is just a memory,
A thing without a How.
Past, present, and future
fade to only... Now.
--
A short poem based on some of the books I read over the summer, especially Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett. Comments are appreciated.
The only night is the darkest,
with a sprinkling of stars.
The only day is the brightest
Unmarred by the woodland's scars.
I find myself unshaken
although the air grows dim
Unclouded by their weapons
and their faces, grim.
So gently the wind blows,
through the delicate trees
through the sunny meadows
so goes the whim of the breeze.
My life is just a memory,
A thing without a How.
Past, present, and future
fade to only... Now.
--
A short poem based on some of the books I read over the summer, especially Thief of Time by Terry Pratchett. Comments are appreciated.