David Zvekic

Font Color='#880000'Beyond Sight/Font

What was one hour, but seemed an hour alive?
An hour given over - O too brief!
A bursting sun, a breath, a desperate drive
to be an angel's heir; with wings - believe!

To hold for one long instant, hands; to seize
the truth and learn what feeling (lorn to give)
had dropped, into the darkness like a thief -
a reason, justifying It will live.

No stars amongst the billions burned so near;
So visible, indivisible and right:
Let these two wandering ones pass beyond sight,
And seeming fade, but sharing - shine one single night.

-September 12 2006

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 15, 2006
Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 15, 2010

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  • belle robin (9/15/2006 6:02:00 PM)

    memory lasts forever though, , ,

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