Graphic by Billie
A Thirst for Life
I drank at life so thirstily,
I hardly paused to taste,
The sweet nectar of the essence,
I’d consumed in so much haste.
Now that the glass is nearing,
The zenith of its rise,
I try to savor every drop,
And drink more with my eyes.
The world seems filled with rainbows,
With color everywhere,
And sparkling diadems that float,
As dust motes in the air.
I’ve switched to slower motion,
To capture every glance,
I want to draw in ... Everything!
While there is still a chance.
I wonder what I’ll see on,
That distant fateful morn,
The dawning sun will rise no more,
Night’s curtain won’t be torn.
No new things to enchant me,
Will memories too fail?
I will be travelling lightly,
With new seas yet to sail.
The waters I will journey,
Will seem immense and vast,
But they are only more of what,
I’ve captured in my glass.
The liquid that refreshes me,
Will ease me when it goes,
The fire that warms me in my den,
Will yield to cooling snows.
With all these cycles turning,
There seems to be no end,
I will not fear what I may find,
Beyond the hidden bend.
NicknamedBob . . . May 13, 2004
© 2004 - 2015
April is Poetry Month ...
I am so thankful for all the graphics and poems that are stored in my Amy's Place files.
Wishing everyone a Thankful Thursday.
