SONNET ON TIME Is time a spiral stairway that we climb Whose unendingness we seek to borrow To the last wrought syllable of our rhyme Tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow – The fusion of the future with the past In dizzying dimensions ever new Which hurl us headlong in a void so vast That what we view as false appears as true? We must peer through bars forever blocking Upon the threshold of our promised land – At the gates of eternity knocking – Outside we stand – albeit hand in hand. Through the rush of time we’re ceaselessly swirled. How heartless is the transience of this world! – Harley White
Posted on: Wed, 07 May 2014 21:10:58 +0000
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