tracking of infinity

Posted: July 1, 2009 in Poems
there are times
that come and go
that stain us,
       blanche us,
       cheer us too,
beyond these hours
is the residue
of minutes between
and the seconds that flow.
how in the mire
of this regularity
    this ticking,
          tracking of infinity,
can love be so arresting
that time stops so completely
in an endless scene
interlocked with eternity?


  1. penny says:

    Lovely, Dave. I always enjoy your poetry.


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