Moments
A fleeting moment's grace, lifted high.
A moment's race to touch the clock, reasoned by.
A saddened tale and restless years, knowing why.
A best kept secret's need to know: leave to try.
All these things i give you now:
Make of them as you know how.
Take the dreams and make them true.
Steal the saints and paint them blue.
Weave the weft and turn the wheel.
Believe the best and make it real.
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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