The Days Melt Away
The Days
Melt Away
Into Years
That pool and puddle
Like wax from a candle
Dripped into the recesses
Of our broken memory
The hours
They melt into days
And the hours
Are made of melted minutes
And the minutes
Of precious seconds
That drip
Tediously
From the wick
That flickers
In the surrounding darkness
Waiting for a wind
To extinguish its life
by Hugh M. Lewis
The Great Wall Revisited
Trails in the Snow
1991-1993
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Last Updated: 03/16/05