Dienstag, 29. September 2009

Passing minutes

As I sit beside the shallow light
A soft melody comforts the soul
And the click clack of the passing minutes
Reminds me of time going by.
Present becomes past as I watch
The night deepens and the moon rises.

In solitude it is
That we catch glimpses of sense and reason
The rational stays behind
Making room for the deeper thoughts
Dwelling just underneath
In outright chaos and confusion
Of emotion.

One always craves
A hunger that is never satisfied
Burning within and keeping alive this feeling
Of never reaching an end.

The answer
We search in the distance.
In places far and people strange.
To return to ourselves
All times.
And still.
We go on.
Searching.

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