Do not live in terms of time
The word itself a lie
Live in terms of now
Of then, before, again
Of how it used to be
or how it's always been
A sweet remember when
Can always come again
around around we go
one can never really know
the world in terms of time
it is not yours or mine
to say where now began
or where our then will end

04/04/2005

Author's Note: Petals fallen from the garden of a dying friend....

Posted on 04/04/2005
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