Time; a sleeping horse, who runs no more,
A tree that grows green shoots no more;
Only weather beaten cliff and sandy desert remain
To speak of adventures we once enjoyed,
And twinkling stars that mock still,
Our impermanence.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Sonia G Medeiros
    Feb 06, 2012 @ 21:50:15

    Love the imagery, Mark. You have such a way with words.


  2. zongrik
    Feb 07, 2012 @ 19:50:13

    nice imagery. good theme. i love Dali. tnx 4 visiting my page.


  3. Taylor
    Feb 08, 2012 @ 00:27:20

    short and powerful.

    you make us think,



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