Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Becomes Our Portrait Painted

Life and death and all between
the sprawling span of time
laced with painted memories
to dance upon the eye
Everything connected
ripple out and back again
an ever changing portrait
made of sun and rain and wind
Into our lives in doses
roses graced with piercing thorn
to temper still in truth reveal
and teach the tempest torn
Try drinking of it's beauty
tasting life as raindrops fall
for beauty fades and time persuades
the hurry of it all
For moments saved in passing
light reflected on the eye
becomes our portrait painted
in the sprawling span of time

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