Theft of the Moment

Gone the dwindled light of day
Wrested from my megre time,
Lost to restlessness of soul
Thieving inattention's find.

Diverted from the sunset glow
Diverted from the satin air,
A moments crass diversion lost
To innattention's small despair.

A moment from a busy day
Where tumult and confusion find
Exhaustion as the sun descends...
To respite sought within my mind.

Alas the moment passed me by
The folds of satin night descend,
A cup of tea is quietly poured
In waiting for dark's pall to end.


Marshalg
In velvet twilight.
28 August 2012

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[Marie]

Sometimes one priceless moment is missed...and its light is gone...