The Moments

The Moments

It has nothing at all to do with the clock,
When things happened or when they did not,
Memories hold so much more then that,
They mark where you’re emotionally at.

Fed by more then the hands of time,
A gift that’s given by the divine,
Yet we barely stop to acknowledge it,
Cuz we just don’t have the time to yet.

Hand and hand, walking the beach,
Erotic moments under the sheets,
Snapshots captured within our minds,
Thoughts that surpass the hands of time.

Yet they’re so few and far between,
Because we spend our time measuring,
The seconds, minutes, hours and days,
That remain unfulfilled anyways.

Like little machines we hurry about,
So afraid we may be missing out,
Working hard until our end of days,
As our time here quickly slows then fades.

So how is it then, that time is king,
When memories are the important things,
The pieces that hold our life together,
The things that we forever treasure.

The truest measure of our life here,
Is not the hours that you hold dear,
It’s the memories that we choose to make,
Those special moments that we all create…

Thanks,
blend

a reply to: blend57

Beautiful in every way!

a reply to: blend57

Wow amazing Blend!!!

a reply to: blend57

Not only was that a great bit of poetry it held an important message too

a reply to: blend57

Very powerful; I loved it!