The Measureless Span
This little we have is a lifetime.
A day in the sun and the dark
is all this little we have.
If we blossomed at the speed of most flowers
hours would be the little we have.
A child is the span of the world,
a person, the whole of its history.
If we could catch just one moment
it would be a moment
that contained all that is or ever will be.
Tell your life-stories to the moon,
tell the world all that you have done
or not done. Name that story,
then watch it disappear
as a whisp of mist in sunlight.
Fiction is timeless.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
