Friday, December 25, 2009

Holding nothing

I have a glorious treasure that is no longer in my grasp
I treasure glimpses of it every day
Every moment is special time, fleeting
Special gorgeous unrealising gift
Gorgeous exquisite lovepain gratitude enfolding
Gratitude, now and present
Intense present slipping suddenly to a memory
Suddenly now a question; is this the last time?
Every day, grasp, accept, last..

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