oh for an ocean of time
in which to float along
and read the tales already written
and to write the ones yet untold
heaven has them all
angels holding favorites to their breasts
no fear of whispered spoilers
as the words are all there
read and reread
between the pages of time
mere mortals we
have only the pages
not the space between
not yet anyway
but I dream of a time
when there is an endless flow
a melding of pages written
and the space between
where nothing is a mystery
and yet all remains miraculous
oh for an ocean like that to float in
I would drift in that forever sea
dragging fingers along
to catch the tasty salted tales
Lil, I love this - the idea of it, especially, and the thought of angels, clinging on to their favourite books.
ReplyDeleteThis also is something I wish for often:
"oh for an ocean of time
in which to float along
and read the tales already written
and to write the ones yet untold"
w xxx
:D
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