Thursday, February 5, 2009

Swing on the Hands of Time


People rushing by

In an eventful world

A city never to sleep

Still I know I need

To give care to things

That I am told

By a voice in a letter

And speak of things

Across the ocean

Where time slows

And my eyes have seen

Beyond the dark

A breathtaking sight

There the horizon glows

With a winter still

Given this turning point

No more games

Of hide and seek

The clock has struck

And I swing on

Swing on the hands of time.


By Jennifer DeNaughel




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