Elegy
The moment immortal
Is revisited again and again
A life that refuses to be beaten
A death that will not be forgotten
Stepping into myth
Time itself is conquered
Dream defies reality
What moment is this
We choose, to give or take
Make sacred and lasting
Or -drop- like feather dust
In a paucity of air.
(Previously published in The Breath E-Zine, Sept 2003)
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