Minuted wind pass'd across
like eternity has last
seconds were passing like gloss
little spots fade in a blast
living i in thou land
away from my roots an own
felt the shimmer my eyes rand
want'd to flee e're were grown
want'd to see th' art of my hand
to spot thou sunset wheat fields
an speed an hug open arms
an see e're offering thou shields
finally sail my ship with yardarms
an hail th' ocean to praise along
Categories:
minuted, home,
Form: Sonnet
Tonight... I serve to remember
Shall time be of guidance to permit
This night... whence be minuted a never
For a memory is what I seek
Blurred were memories forever to be
Never as detailed as seeing to believe
Yet to remember... what belongs to see?
Won’t you only bother that of achieved?
To remember is a differ to memories
Yet memories need that of remembering
And to be that host of in-hospitalities
Who exactly might you end up favoring?
Don’t it all boils down to a selfless deed?
However broad from whence selfishness is to begin
Haven’t we all had wounds that didn’t bleed?
For haven’t you a pain that came from dreams?
This night... hours were given permit
I chose it for life to remember
A detailed memory is something I need
Yet a blurred vision memoirs forever
Categories:
minuted, life, memory, memory,
Form: Rhyme