TIME
In seperate worlds, they breathe now;
so sad, these worlds, like coffins,
each silent to the other,
yet life be ever present,
just enough to offer Chance, Time...Hope-
for two Hearts beating, drumming;
tho' neither will feel
the others pulse Today,
thru' the pain,
the madness of Yesterday.
Time tolls, and its echo fades in moments,
its forward arrogance...non-negotiable;
But, thats allright for if this weren't so
perhaps Tomorrow would not ever come.
And it's Tomorrow's that offer Hope and Chance
for what Yesterday could not....for whatever reasons-
that suddenly....may be explained by Time.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
- Robert Frost
