January 1, 2013

• 2012

  When we wake to the day, we grasp at it

  And run to it

  and fall into it

  But go as we might

  It is sand between the crevices

  In our fingers and hearts

  And time

  as much as we stall

  passes us by

  Grasp you might

  You can’t put a day in your pocket

  Or keep sunshine in a bottle

  Love flies at its own pace

  And time

  was a man you met

  On an afternoon

  and gone in time for tea.

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