Now
I dream of today,
today only
and nothing more...
A whisper -
not a sound -
moving the day
and nothing more...
Half-a-thought
I shall tend to,
gratefully,
regardless of a theory forming.
Deep in my heart,
a strange feeling
pervades,
that nothing more,
is nothing more than now,
a single moment
paradoxically eternal.
Copyright © Marco Aurelio | Year Posted 2013
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