Time is a Coalescence
Of All that Once was Dreamed,
Pulling at Reality and
All that Might Have Been.
Time is Unification of
All that Can Be Envisioned,
All that Might be Conjured and
Most of what should be shunned.
Each Emotion, whether Bitter or Sweet,
Turning through the Chasm,
Every Thought, Mute or Complete,
Like Shifting, Ghostly Phantasm.
Marching in Eternal Progression
Toward All that Yet May Be,
Ever Granting Bold Concession
In the Quest for Harmony.
~Morgan~
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Love it! The lines,
“Time is a Coalescence
Of All that Once was Dreamed” are what caught my attention and pulled me into deep thought about what time means to each of us.
Fabulous poem.
Hugs, my dear friend.
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Time is such a mystery and often plays a role in my poems, so I thought I’d give it center stage this time 🙂 Im very glad it was something to make you go “hmmmm” 🙂 Thank You Sweet Michelle 🙂 Truly!!
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