DARK NIGHT SWEET BEACON

DARK NIGHT SWEET BEACON

The dark messenger calls

It is not your time, but soon

Years may feel like days

Hours as years

Time passes on those long days

As clouds across the stars

Slow and deliberate

Leaving evocative images

Even longer nights

Sleepless rummaging

Through swirling memories

Driving away the dreams

Here is the new moon

A sweet beacon of hope

In the dark skies of age

But where are the years?

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Mary McKinney Oct 22, 2010, 12:50pm UTC

This is so true. A week took forever when I was 10, now a week is no more than a day!

☃ Shannon K. Wendt Oct 22, 2010, 12:54pm UTC

Agreed.

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:36pm UTC

and hours are minutes. Except in the dentist chair. Then they are days.

Mary McKinney Oct 22, 2010, 4:42pm UTC

Well you're lucky yours are just days in the dentist chair then because the last time I was in that wicked chair I know I aged 10 years at least!!

My two fears, dentists and spiders!!

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☃ Shannon K. Wendt Oct 22, 2010, 12:55pm UTC

Love this one, David.

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:36pm UTC

Thank you Shannon.

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JustMe ~I'm happy to be~ Oct 22, 2010, 2:21pm UTC

I feel this deep in my heart.

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 2:39pm UTC

Thanks me friend. It has been a rough week for me. My sister was operated on for cancer Tuesday and the reports just seem to get worse.

JustMe ~I'm happy to be~ Oct 22, 2010, 2:42pm UTC

So sorry, David. I'll keep you and your family in my prayers.

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Angela A. Oct 22, 2010, 2:22pm UTC

Years go by like dry cakes.

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David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:35pm UTC

In that case I need a little yeast. Thanks for stopping by.

Angela A. Oct 22, 2010, 5:04pm UTC

And, water too. Ha, ha.

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Bill's Spirit Oct 22, 2010, 2:37pm UTC

Deep, classical and personal.

Excellently thought provoking; especially for some of us.

And so well written.

Thank you, David, for sharing this with The Surreal Circus.

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:35pm UTC

Yes, those of us who count our bithdays in decades instead of years.

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Bernard C. Oct 22, 2010, 2:40pm UTC

Time is of the essence - nicely done - thanks for sharing :-))

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:34pm UTC

I think I have a lost of essence going for me. :-) Thanks.

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kokomo *. Oct 22, 2010, 3:18pm UTC

Very poignant, David. ((HUGS))

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:33pm UTC

Back at ya!

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Haim Kadman Oct 22, 2010, 4:09pm UTC

Where are the decades dear David? Excellently written my dear friend.

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:33pm UTC

Dissapeared into the black hole of time. Thank you Haim.

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Chris Brockman Oct 22, 2010, 4:31pm UTC

Time, time, time to see what's become of me,
While I look around for my possibilities...

You poem reminds me of Paul Simon's words, and raises the question of what happens to time when the possibilites run out. Where are the years? That makes me think of a phrase from Heinlein's Stranger in a Strange Land,"when time is full."

David W. Oct 22, 2010, 4:32pm UTC

I grock you my friend.

Chris Brockman Oct 22, 2010, 4:47pm UTC

Ah, we baby boomers and our big bros and sisses, once filled with illusions, are not left with just allusions.

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Patricia J. Oct 22, 2010, 4:37pm UTC

Beautifully written, David. I know this one is part of your heart.

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J. Reid Oct 22, 2010, 5:23pm UTC

Thank you for sharing with: Not Gathering Dust

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t b. Oct 22, 2010, 6:24pm UTC

The years are long past and easily remembered.

I've been divorced for a couple of days - single for the first time in over 30 years.

Life feels so good, and short now.

Thank goodness for grand children!

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Priscilla P. Oct 22, 2010, 10:15pm UTC

provocative, david.

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Linda T. Oct 22, 2010, 11:17pm UTC

Time can sometimes feel like a friend and other times it feels like it is our worst enemy. When ever we are feeling low those minutes crawl by making the pain seem to last forever. Happy moments seem to buzz by us which is why it makes sense to enjoy each moment of joy when it arrives because we know it will vanish quickly.

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