As though I were just
flowing, flowing,
Leaving not a trace behind,
Zest for life not one whit less,
However blank the roving mind;
Emptiness the space for being
In the moving moment still,
Meaning nothing more than meaning,
Each ellipse elliptical;
Reminiscences like flowers
'Ere the garden was convened,
So sweet the disconnected hours . .
.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Forever Yours. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.
