Father Time's Progression

Times greatest enemy; youth, At it's most undignified moment. Adversities golden freshness, Blooming and fragrant, Curious and excited, Like the eyes of children. Irradescent strength, It's calloused, Working hands. Crying and striving for more than the nothing thus far aquired. More nothing. Empty blackness, Nothing within, Yet filled with discovery. Silence so deafening the other senses seem to heighten. Dense black clouds we take to be blankets of shadows that, In the end, We see extending the alters of the sun.Written January 29th, 1997 © on Dec 29 2001 12:05 PM PST   personal • other