Thinking of Forever

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, April 21, 2010 0 comments

by the measure of grains i hold in my hands

the grains of sand from the hourglass

which had by day as the dawn emerged

sought to take me away but at last

i thought it not to be of the dust

that had drifted into these shades of wonder

but time which i needed more than i knew

beyond the span of my life whenever

beauty would drift into these words that i pour

while i stood from the heights where i've not known

my death and so the things i believe

will engrave from every ounce of my soul

for all that i've learned from hurt and sheer grace

from the depth of every ounce of my being

i'll bare all i find through all i convey

and think of forever as though i were i'm dreaming

empirical shadows and beautiful light