Let the hills roll,
Let the sun set in the
West; there are no
Mistakes. Let Ra
Row me down rivers
Unseen. Let me
Be the sun. I am
Rays of light,
Trickling streams,
Needle my seam.
I am a jigsaw;
Pieces strewn in
Twos and threes.
I am everything.
Only time can rectify
My lies; let my eyelids
Close in peaceful
Dreams. As eons
Pass, I see suns
Explode into blackened
Things. Suck my
Reality, and on mountains
High, I sing.
The bear will eat
The fish. The raven
Will fly. Oceans make
Sand of the shore.
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Author:
Allison Cuellar (
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Time is the form, but we give it essence
Yes! Thank you for commenting, because that is a great sum of what I was thinking while writing this poem! Our actions continue as time passes, because it is the only constant. And it seems that it is life, such as human life, which gives this constant of time its purpose. Thanks for the comment!
Thank you for for this it was wonderful 🙂
No problem! Thanks for your comment as well!
It just amazes me at how time can go by, night and day. Yet these feelings we create never vanish, standing the test of time even as the memories of what we have done, loved, hated or yearned to be, even as we fade tp black those feelings never become voided its scary too me lol a love lost is the same as freezing time stuck in rememberance. How much time is enough for a loved one? For something you called your all the very reason to have tried. This is something I've asked myself for 12 years and it amazes me that reason died years ago so why doesnt it feel that way an eternity in time doesnt compare to the feelings it can encase cause those are dense and uneven time is just a constant we are the essense.
things will be what they shall be.....what an amazing write.
Thanks! It's my motto for 2016 lol
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