adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, December 08, 2005

SANDS

Ever a seeker of that
perfect moment, that
unattainable moment,

I have opened gifts
of anticipation
to find, not disappointment,

but only the empty glass
of time and none to turn
it over. Surely the stars

will sift slowly, softly
down to fill my hands
before they slip away.

Stephen Brooke ©2005

obliquely inspired by the holiday season

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