Sunday, June 22, 2008

A Day Off

How is it that a day off, rare and precious thing, object of desire-
can pass so fleetingly?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

The Fleeting Day

As the wind that blows, imminent, and seemingly numb to the will of man
Conceived in magnificence, she was destined for some genius plan

Angelic from the heavens, she was a gracious gift to us
Though some may count her wasted, her liberty may yet yield our trust

So soaring victoriously accomplished, relinquished from all that snared
She shimmered swiftly, splashed in sun-light, and this moment God and I shared

Felicity said...

why not post it, Nathan?

Anonymous said...

Nah, it was just a spare-of-the-moment thing... and it was really just a comment to your post, Felicity. (although i realise its not a typical/conventional sort of comment to make)