Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Gaze of time

Do you feel the gaze

As time turns its face upon us

To scribe life as lines 

engraved upon our face

 

Do you hear its passage 

Hart beats in your ear

Beating to the horizon 

Once distant now so near

 

Do you perceive it wisdom 

Learned to late to change

The path we have taken

From the cradle to the grave

◄ Black roses

long and deep ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sun 16th Dec 2018 08:55

Thank you po for the comment, and Anya and Taylor for the likes. Much appreciated.



All the bes des

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message