Speeds
As we travel at the speed of sound
searching for something profound
our soul unbound and love is unfound
it is a miracle that we are still around
the speed of love too slow to measure
pastimes and guilty pleasures
we walk at the speed of life through the fire
we hope,dream,and desire
we all are moving forward at one speed at a time
we move fast, slow, or sometimes not at all, but we all move
Copyright © Cary Stevens | Year Posted 2005
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment