Where "Time" is just another way to say, "Epoch."
A space where moments are memories,
and emotions are verse.
Within the imagery of our minds,
we create novellas in our lives.
When the pages go unturned,
the words unread,
lives and loves are lost.
And another moment ...
is but a memory.
Another emotion ...
caught in verse.
GlassPoet © 2000
J. A. Stroud a.k.a. GlassPoet.
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