Sunday, July 03, 2011

love flutters its wings.
it doesn't hurt,
when it lands on an evening rose.

time fails to capture the beauty of its moment.
but eternity looks from above, and smiles.

love flutters its broken wings.
yet it doesn't hurt,
to fly another time. and another time.

time looks down on its incompleteness,
but an evening petal encircles, and arms its visitor in the sight of eternity.