Time
I heard your voice the other nightLike soft pillow talk it fell.
From my anxious dreams
It quietly cascaded
Like a sorrowing embrace
Stirring a distant memory
Of the youth I remembered.
Time like an illusion
Sneaks quietly away
Never to come again
While the moon gently weeps.
Dee Edgett
Copyright © 2010 by Dee Edgett
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