Friday, September 24, 2010

Beaneth The Moon


though man needs must dream
fast flows time beneath the moon
fleeting are our days

8 comments:

Patti said...

lovely..."fleeting days"...yes they are- we need to make the most of them

Jim said...

Wahhh ;)
You line, "fleeting are our days" is such beautiful poetry. But the content is devastating! I don't like to think about it very much and I doubt you do either.
If it weren't for accessable good doctors, modern medicine, and good facilities my days would have passed maybe nine years ago.
I don't like to think about it!
..

Harshad mehta said...

Yes. Where is the time? and dear friend, dreams remain uncelebrated.

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Thanks Patti for stopping by. I am so glad you liked my poem.


Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Oh, dear friend I am sorry my poem made you sad. I did not mean for it to make anyone sad. Sometimes like now I am in a strange mood and thus my poetry turns a little dark. I too have had much illness through the years.
Here's to a long life for us both!

Melanie

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Much thanks Harshad. Time flees us all. Each day is gone before the sun sets.


Melanie

Glynis said...

I just discovered your blog. I absolutely love the way you express yourself. Beautiful!
~glynis

Cassiopeia Rises said...

Glynis, much thanks for reading my work. I am glad that you found me and that you like my site.



Melanie