Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Caught in my eye Green specks reflect the reality before me; white coats sad memories, fogs the hardening lens What can be seen clearly through my heart matters most, for neither coins nor seconds will buy us more time. I dream of the future, reminisce 'bout the past, only plan for this moment, as long as it lasts. I see green surround me as I swivel my head, hope that the place where I'll lie grows green when I'm dead. © Copyright 2024 Kåre Enga (6.januar.2024) |