fire burns indiscriminately
whatever it will embrace
and it seems that we
so proudly, defiantly
we fragments of the human race
of time, of space
we purveyors of expectancy
hope and future
of all the things to grasp for
and embrace
do never seem to know our place
amongst the coldness of the stars
of the flames that feed on the on the state
of what once was green
of what once created
the shade that bade us to seek our comforts
our life
yet another embrace
but even flame is finite
as time does erase
and relegates to naught
all that once was and all that will be
in the long long chase for the future for eternity
that runs towards the goal
in the ultimate race of impending hope
expectation
infinity
that even flames cannot touch
as time flows ever forward
to the ultimate embrace
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Author:
Eugene S. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Nicely written
Think you!
The movement of time emphasized in this poem is a never ending process. Well written
Thank you too!!
You are most welcome Eugene
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