Thursday, June 28, 2007

Like a broken sundial

Not forward nor back
No way to go
No hand to move
The past can't be the past

Is this what the next hour holds,
the 10 of the past is like the 12 of the future
Should the hour of ten be lost and gone
Should those moments be pushed back,
away, forgotten

Or dragged into the 12
The new hour... should it be completely fresh
or should yesterdays dew remain
Should I not hold on or just let go
Will I regret those moments gone
Maybe this new hour is that
New hour
New minutes
New seconds
New times
Both lost and gained
Although it is broke still I wish it could remain
Frozen like a picturre or urn.