Shelved argument

Time but waits to catch its breath
Slow to take the soul to death
A tear glistnes and cures the mind
Love it isn't; if it isn't blind

Swirls of color, blurred but bright
Black is white and wrong is right
Soar and fly for the night is high
Slow to fade are dreams that die

Comments

Anonymous said…
I think the whole arguemnt is quite compact and i have read something as simple but very powerful to its essence after a long time....so had to comment on your beautiful poem....cheers!