Monday 6 August 2012

Life in a Page.

a perpetual glow is shed upon an hourglass in which a new presence is brought to life
the sand falls slowly as it begins its long, unpredictable journey from beginning to end

the world carries a blinding light that such young eyes have not yet seen
a cry brings ear-shattering relief to those who are surrounding, but soon the sound is hushed as tender lips sweetly suckle the bosom that magically provides life to life
knowledge is gained through feeling as lungs fill with air and mouth fills with taste; as soft fingers stroke each and every thing in sight and little ears react so delicately to sound

soon, limbs are stretched and personality is challenged and molded
time passes and scars blemish a flawless complexion and a pure soul
conformity and societal expectations test individuality and strength
rules and lectures are forced down the throat and judgments are passed
respect grows for those who deserve it and love is an understood truth
tall legs carry a confident figure blessed with health, talent and hope

a shimmering presence gleams in the eye of one so fortunate and draws many into its grasp
time stops and the sand halts in its fall through the glass as a precious treasure is spotted
there is a pounding in the chest and a constriction in the throat while stomachs whirl and palms sweat
a moment so bittersweet and memorable; irresistible, yet sickening
mutual feelings are accomplished and life seems imaginary and unbelievable
organized reasoning tumbles and is lost as all the brain's entirety is engulfed by distracted thoughts
moments alone are eternities spent in a prison of loneliness and longing
elation is intoxicating as time passes with fingers perfectly interlocked and souls intertwined

later, natural change stains the sense of self and causes relationships to balance over a pit of fire
conflict arises more commonly and the intricate strings of the heart are splintered and torn
the sand falls as rapidly as ever and each day attempts to be savoured as if it were the last
sore bones battle with gravity as old ears strain to listen to those who still bother to speak
wisdom creates vast valleys that frame the features, and hardships sag firm skin
tired eyes search endlessly for the glow, but the time has issued the light to fade
life was given, taken, and sucked dry of all that it could ever be; there is no reason for disappointment as the inevitable approaches its awaited day
no matter how long life may be spent in the light, it cannot be daytime forever- the night must one day come

so it begins. so it ends. so it begins again.








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