Sunday, March 13, 2011

Slow But Fast

The air is getting cold
while the scheme is getting old
I wonder what the darkness will unfold?

My days were only dreams when
little earthy greens caressed me.

Distant I am from all that
and what ran in all ways beside me

Slow but fast you"ll find your cast
with fractured bits and fragments,

Slow but fast its all the past
now the time has come
Caithleen Carter Steeves

No comments:

Post a Comment