They make you remember what used to be;
a time when time meant nothing
When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect
a little rough around the edges
and raw where it counts
They are self-centered
yet generous to a fault
They are the beginning of life
and the end of life
all in one swift motion
Lily's eggs over easy can be hard to swallow
like a bad lie told by an angel
They are the stuff dreams are made of
and the only reason
to wake up
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as for Lily's Eggs Over Easy.............i sent it to MyPoemList. and when i am long gone, maybe my biographer will stumble across it and stick it in the book of bri. a thoughtful poem to say the least. and one to make me hungry as well. i wonder how you would write this as an essay. so, was/is Lily a real person, as is/was Carmen? ? i DO wonder also, when did time mean 'nothing'? my favorite lines: When love was as pure as Lily's eggs are imperfect a little rough around the edges and raw where it counts..............................thanks for sharing. bri ;)