The Ever Lasting Poem by Miss Leila

Words rush in and out again as moments slip by in time
The mind is quicker then the tongue, quicker then the hand
And memories are lost amongst the sand
Like snow that burns and melts

Consciousness breathing and seething
Undertaken the toll of subconsciousness
As in sleep it dreams awake
Create

Rambled thought leads to rambled words
Leaving a vague sense of meaning in between
As statues speak so loud and clearly
Sways in the breeze of entanglement

And solitude partakes the stand or integrity
The every lasting