My Elegy
What are we, but dust in the wind,
A single grain of sand, upon a beach.
The merest speck of light,
In the great sun's dazzling rays.
A mere moment, in eternity,
A mere second, in a life time.
For today we are here,
Then tomorrow we are gone.
So remember to live life to the fullest
And capture and taste every sweet moment.
For they are few and far between,
But we remember them, as remarkable things.
But unfortunately for us,
They don't happen very often.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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There are those amongst us for whom they happen every day. I'm in your group tho and theyre few and far between. Makes them all the more special tho doesnt it.
It certainly does...
"Magic, moments,
When two hearts are caring.
Magic, moments,
Memories we've been sharing.
I'll never forget, the moment we kissed,
The night of the hayride.
The way that we hugged, to try to keep warm,
While taking a sleigh ride.
Magic moments...
...Time can't erase, the memory of,
These magic, moments, filled with love..."
Excellent write Aa.
Bright moments to remember
Mere flashes of light
Born within the heart
Forever held close and tight.
Thank you.
"Oh, misty eye of the mountain below.
Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls
And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke,
Keep watching over Durin's sons...
...And I hope that you remember me."
I remember you Aa, but I don't recall your quote. Very nice piece though.
Thank you for remembering me. Your 'bright moments' and 'flashes of light' response made me think of this song and the song is a mournful song so it seemed appropriate.
The quote is from the first verse of
'I see fire'
by Ed Sheeran.
Oh, ok. I'm not sure I've heard it, but will look for it on youtube. Thank you.
Today, I am so busy with "capture and taste sweet moment.", including right now.
Thank you and love this one.
Thank you.
Sorry I didn't reply to this comment until now. I too have been very busy and I forgot to reply to this message earlier, although I do remember reading it when you first wrote it and it made me smile to know you were happy. I'm glad you are experiencing your sweet moments.
This is an old poem I wrote a while ago,
So here is an old song that I like...
(Kurt Cobain used to be a Janitor in his old high school)...
Plateau - Nirvana
"Many a hand has scaled the grand old face of the plateau.
Some belong to strangers and some to folks you know.
Holy ghosts and talk show hosts are planted in the sand,
To beautify the foothills and shake the many hands.
There's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop
And an illustrated book about birds.
You see a lot up there, but don't be scared,
Who needs action when you got words.
When you've finished with the mop, then you can stop
And look at what you've done.
The plateau's clean, no dirt to be seen
And the work it was fun..."
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