Time Flies

December 1, 2010
It flies on

Little silver wings

Metal like clockwork

Pounding silently

In the cool night air

It dips one

Fragile foot

In a still

Crystal pond

Ripples following

In its wake

A quick thing with

Wide golden eyes

Watching as we

Breath our first

And our last


The creature that

Knows all

Yet will never live

Must be

So lonely indeed

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