Thursday, May 08, 2008
At the Brink
Time was late today,
as was my heart.
It skipped a beat,
like a leap year.
A certain haziness,
pervades the horizon.
I paused at my future,
as the past glistened,
still fresh like dew,
quenching the thirst of yesterday.
The moment passes,
into past tense,
as seconds tick away.
I gasp and time collapsed,
the past and present kissed,
and they cried.
Their tears fell,
as crystal vials became me.
Joey
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