but still here...
Quatrains for JulesLife goes by and by and byAnd always what is near too nighIs ever and a time like this,Its hour, drawn out from time's fleet kiss.What were we are we will we beAnswers not in its fading, freeFrom what is once as never wasBut always is as time's ticking does.Time goes by and by and byAnd ever when we sore to fly --To soar on wings of gossamerThat in these times do rise and stir...To their end that they may spreadAnd carry us through the road ahead.Who knew knows or can foresee?Perhaps someone, but not me.I prefer a knowing not,A point to where I go, a spotWhere knowing will then come to beAs willingly I leave off me...To that the greater immensityWhen life goes between me and thee.Life goes by and by and by,Yet never answers when asked why.
Quatrains for Jules
ReplyDeleteLife goes by and by and by
And always what is near too nigh
Is ever and a time like this,
Its hour, drawn out from time's fleet kiss.
What were we are we will we be
Answers not in its fading, free
From what is once as never was
But always is as time's ticking does.
Time goes by and by and by
And ever when we sore to fly --
To soar on wings of gossamer
That in these times do rise and stir...
To their end that they may spread
And carry us through the road ahead.
Who knew knows or can foresee?
Perhaps someone, but not me.
I prefer a knowing not,
A point to where I go, a spot
Where knowing will then come to be
As willingly I leave off me...
To that the greater immensity
When life goes between me and thee.
Life goes by and by and by,
Yet never answers when asked why.