Full Circle – a poem

Time brings all things

Round to fullness, complete

Along the lines, progress

Made without consideration

For self, happiness, stations

Met and passed through, around

And down, up, chance meetings

That fire the heart, twitch face,

Bring lines of reality to encircle

Back upon themselves, hurtling

Alpha toward Omega, a crash

Ready to resound, the passenger

A traveller, riding to time’s full circle.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s