the vision’s fleeting

sometimes, the vision’s fleeting;
sometimes, the picture’s clear —
the here and now is then and gone,
and such is life, i fear.

for where the flower’s blooming
the snow is soon to fall;
and struggle though we may to hold,
we cannot slow at all

the march and rush of soulless time.
the near becomes the far:
for though the moment’s fleeting,
it’s all we were –
or are

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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