Monday, September 28, 2009


Time filters through the sieve of life;
Sunlight patches on the table melt away
leaving dusty books and air, reminder of the passed moments.

Warmth pervades, touching skin, reaching in
as sunlight lays heavily upon the chest
reminding, too, of earlier days.

Eyes close, recalling feelings that once were present but now past;
Reveling, wondering, doubting, grieving.
And time filters through the sieve of life.