The Gift is Not a Given

 

The Illusion of Time

Is the essence of one's existence

For we are born to believe

That we will live forever

The Essence of a Dream

Is that we can achieve

Whatever we strive to obtain

There are no boundaries; only infinity

The Infinity of Love

Allows us to care for many

For time is not the issue

Love is but a passage of our reality

The Passage of a Lifetime

Is but an integration of each

Combined for as long as we are given

For nothing, especially time, is limitless.

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

Well believe it our not I have finally made it to your site. This write reminds me so much of one of mine that I have in file but have not brought to the Cafe. Mine much longer but essentially saying the same. We tend to think of time as ours alone but it is predestined at our beginning to find its ending. What comes in the between is of our choosing and right now the Human race is fast running out of what we call time. I am seeing my own thoughts in your writing and if I have not read you as you intended, please let me know.

You have been sweet to visit me several times. I enjoyed your profile and learning a little more about you. I will be back.

Hugs,
Lesa

[John]

Beautiful! I really like this one alot! It flows so smoothly. Expertly done.

[Helena]

Beautiful poem indeed! Every line was a "gem". Wonderful sentiments
in this lovely write for us to enjoy. Loved it!

Thanks for sharing...


Helena :)

[Fire&Ice]

So true. This piece gave me chills, I love the way you set up the lines. My favorite line had to be "For we are born to believe". Thank you for sharing.