by Stefan Sep 20, 2006
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
I have rode the swirling mists of time, seen evil things and heard music so sublime it seemed to make the world stand still. And so I sit upon this hill in solemn inflection and speak to my reflection. Every pebble spreads a ripple, every action comes back triple, for the sands of time move too fast to see, forever flowing into the hourglass of history. |