A hand of fog
Some winning hands after
when the passage of time disappears
from my fingertips
I will choose this day,
If it remains,
Among myriad forgotten mysteries,
keeper of secrets, as a bookend.
But If I lose today,
Through the hollow faith of a lost dreamer,
I shall also lose the entrance to all that has passed.
Unwilling to play.
I leave this thought in your merry hands.
And float forever in a quest.
7/4/2006 11:05 AM - First Posted
when the passage of time disappears
from my fingertips
I will choose this day,
If it remains,
Among myriad forgotten mysteries,
keeper of secrets, as a bookend.
But If I lose today,
Through the hollow faith of a lost dreamer,
I shall also lose the entrance to all that has passed.
Unwilling to play.
I leave this thought in your merry hands.
And float forever in a quest.
7/4/2006 11:05 AM - First Posted
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