ETERNAL
NOW
I’d waited
For what felt
like an eternity
To feel the
warmth of your gaze
As it
illuminated my soul
But slowly
Over
time
Daggers dig
into my heart
Slicing pieces
of hope
Anticipation
stealing away the now
I watch you
Helplessly
from a distance
Drift back
into eternities hold
How am I to go
on with out you?
I WON’T
I will remain
In that space
where time ceases to exist
With you
In the Eternal
Now
© Teresa /
Divinia 8th July 2013
Deep stuff here. Anticipation stealing away the now... I like this. When does emotion give way to excess? A fine line - being human. Such a test we go through.
ReplyDeleteThat line "anticipation stealing away the now" is kind of the crux of this poem. When we live with the anticipation that something will eventuate, we are living in the future, and we can sometimes forget about the NOW. Time is a tricky adversary, if we allow it to be.
DeleteI have realized of late that our emotions can indeed give way to excess...something new and terrifying to me. It ages me far too quickly. I have never felt so human though Greggory, as I do when I am feeling these raw emotions. TESTS ... INDEED. I agree. Thanks for your insights.
Time is an enemy without regard, without remorse, without mercy. It must move forward for moments of life, of love of birth, of joy to take seed in all things stardust, Teresa.
ReplyDeleteDamn time. Damn time and all it's sands...
I read a chapter in a book on the weekend Leo...here is a small snippet
ReplyDelete"Once you can accept that time was never your enemy, then escaping the ravages of time becomes possible. It's your mind that started the trouble" The mind cuts life up into neat slices, D, W, M, Y... hoping to hoard as many as possible, but always dreading the end will inevitably come. By contrast, your body lives in the moment, and each moment merges into another in one continuous flow" ~ Deepak Chopra.
Leo, obviously there was more to this, and we are now disecting and playing with the semantics of time. Of course time as we know it doesn't stop... what about in death... even then we do not know what happens to us... do we remain in perpetual stasis?
I'll keep reading this book, and see what I think once I've finished. But this is not the first time I've heard that we can look at time differently, and even quite possibly learn to experience it differently.
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