Thursday, November 23, 2006

refining the sand in my hourglass


Two children, all alone and no one by,
It is no doubt possible to fly,
But first, know how to dance like an angel.
In the silence, threading with nimble feet
Only the shadow bears witness,
To their grace and intricate movements
Never mind you and me
They could not listen,
They could not stop,
Only the passage of time will tell,
whether they were better than best