What is this time
That goes so swiftly,
Unrecognized and colorless
To the senses?

Looking for something lost
I find it there
Before me.
To much in view
I couldn't see.

A blindness in my sight
To time that
Was so precious
It wasted and turned
To a effigy of stupidity.

I bewailed my loss
To the stars
Which cold and
Unfeeling as the colorless
Vision, I couldn't see,
Said nothing back.

And prehaps its silence
Means a thing
To finally
Stop and
Listen
In quiet solitude
To the other things
I always missed

And now i have found
With age

Julie

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