David Hart

And - Poem by David Hart

'And' by Mr. David Hart
And am I he who time knows not, and
Am I he who careth not?
For minutes can like hours prey
And hours can like minutes stray

In my annealed soul your wraith remains.
Mindless I canst naught your name contain.

And colors dance while music pirouettes-
Swirling harmonies nudge, wriggle,
Jounce and cavort in step

As seconds can like days invade
And years can like minutes parade,
And rhyming colors float and dazzle in
And out from one whose silence oft
yields a shout.

Yea, time, hail me in maelstroms of ecstasy
without rue
Pray time, forsake me not as being forever true.

And minutes melt into hours with ne'er a fight,
For one whose love oft rebuked, laughs at his plight

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 11, 2009

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