Tuesday, June 20, 2006

My profound thought...

Slipping through my fingers is the life once lived. Old ideas vanish, new ones forming.
Perspective changes, the heart never.
Standing alone, on the brink of time.. holding the hourglass waiting for the turn. Grain hitting on grain, dead silence, yet I hear the thunder.
Slowly turning.. topsy turvy, so my life is.
Changing with the passing of time, hitting the bottom of the hourglass not a pleasant sight.
And life goes on, one era ended in my small fraction of a lifetime, new one will begin.

1 comment:

Impetuous Lady said...

Wow...that was deep. Struck a cord with me though, truthful musings...