Wednesday, August 01, 2012

Sat here in the short time I see the lengthening of a year
It rises and falls across the senses like a wave of time...
It falters on the boundary of my further forethought
Unravelling into the half light of a misty August evening
Then nothing; there is calm and from calm comes acceptance
That the world has changed and ever I have remained the same

© Edetric Vistal