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Time's Silent Companion
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Time's Silent Companion |
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IsabelleSkye Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 253 |
sundial, once all coppery and bright aging to a gentle green, under time's hand as pencil thin shadows, cast down from the sun chart the passing of time in fleeting seconds marking days and years with a fragile shadow tick tick tick not even a sound nothing to proclaim the momentous passing of seconds then hours then days no cuckoo, or chimes, or even a bass gong it stands as a silent soldier measuring earth's timeline faithful through driving rain, when time seems to cease no shadow to be seen then, not even a shadow's whisper as the sun is cloaked in rain's furious rage solid and steady in summer's blazing heat minutes fly by in hasty shadows when days seem endless and time your friend silent sundial covered in ice and snow still time's sentenial if the sun dare show her face ever faithful through time's passing marking second by second with a fleeting shadow disposable time nonexsistent once the shadow moves on so unreal, that if time was captured in a bottle or held in your hand it would be unseen, unfelt, unheard leaving us to wonder if it ever really exsisted |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Oh, this was delightful! Never thought about a sundial in this way..just saw it as an outmoded garden ornament! Thanks for a great eye opener! |
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