© Gloria Smith 2010
I run the night alone barefoot
Over the gravel strewn road
My feet hurt
but I must walk on
Toward the fork in the road
I carry the load of my future in my arms
And I cannot turn back
The past is a fog of hazy recollection
Strewn with tears and fears and pain
And yet when the rain comes
It washes clear the windows of my mind
And I find that perhaps it wasn't all so bad
It wasn't what I wanted but it was all I had
My Mom, my Dad, my Brother too
I was always alone but I made it through
This little girl with the sad little eyes
Full of tears that she never cried
Full of wanderlust but no way to reach the sky
One night the stars fell into her eyes
She suddenly knew that it was time to fly
Time to sing of the pain within her soul
Time to know that she really could be whole
And so she sang a little before she died
And she cried a little as she sang her life
The Angels tilted an ear toward the Earth
And sighed as they tried to hold back
The sands of time
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Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
TIME
© Gloria Smith 2010
Time came and went as quickly
As a comet sweeping by in the evening sky
Measured in meteor moments
Flashes of memory, scenes of years
Sounds of tears; flutters of Angels wings
Baby sighs, young men old
And dreams as cold and black as space
And God's eternal grace
My grand old clock slew time
It ticked and chimed
My heart thumped loudly in tune
In time
Life passed by
I waved to it and called to it
But it walked on by
With the merest glance, the slightest wave
It gave as if an afterthought
Time does not go though
It remains and we must leave
While others grieve our passing and yet we live
This energy, this spark of fire, and flame
And soul, and name... our lives exist
And yet expire all in the same moment
We are gone before we arrive and yet alive
Our past to haunt, our future too
And here and now so much to do
And do we know that time best spent
Is sometimes best not spent at all
A nap, a porch, a Catbird's song
A squirrel, a rose, a poem, a son
A meteor in the black velvet of an evening sky
I think I heard an Angel sing
While I lingered half asleep
Clinging to my old lawn chair
Time came and went as quickly
As a comet sweeping by in the evening sky
Measured in meteor moments
Flashes of memory, scenes of years
Sounds of tears; flutters of Angels wings
Baby sighs, young men old
And dreams as cold and black as space
And God's eternal grace
My grand old clock slew time
It ticked and chimed
My heart thumped loudly in tune
In time
Life passed by
I waved to it and called to it
But it walked on by
With the merest glance, the slightest wave
It gave as if an afterthought
Time does not go though
It remains and we must leave
While others grieve our passing and yet we live
This energy, this spark of fire, and flame
And soul, and name... our lives exist
And yet expire all in the same moment
We are gone before we arrive and yet alive
Our past to haunt, our future too
And here and now so much to do
And do we know that time best spent
Is sometimes best not spent at all
A nap, a porch, a Catbird's song
A squirrel, a rose, a poem, a son
A meteor in the black velvet of an evening sky
I think I heard an Angel sing
While I lingered half asleep
Clinging to my old lawn chair
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