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that day crawls to get there
by Charlie Morganwe are convinced that this moment is fleeting;
catching the sunshine, marrying the moment.
when this moment has no time constraint: it is.
at length, we realize we exist in someone's dream.
and the fret begins as we fear their waking,
upon which, like steam we become part of air.
we wait, languishing in the corner of daylight;
once again to live as a dream, move the cosmos.
we all wait at the turnstile; to be the primal mover. 12/21/2008 Posted on 12/21/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/21/08 at 06:36 PM Interesting concept, one I haven't considered before. Very thought provoking. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/25/08 at 02:34 PM I like the thought that daylight has a corner. I like the thought so very much ~ that I am going to go sit in this corner now, and ponder about fleeting.
And I love this contemplation, so unfleeting it is. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/29/08 at 05:18 PM It is fleeting - we all get to live in someone else's poetry Chaz :>
Jump the turnstile - go directly to the twilight zone... |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 12/29/08 at 08:24 PM We can do anything in a dream. Wonderful heartfelt write Chaz. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/30/08 at 09:02 PM There was a book published years ago called 'Concepts of Time' but it doesn't hold a candle to what you've written here. Well cone Charlie. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 12/31/08 at 07:11 AM This was superb. |
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