Years Have Sped By

Poems

A Flash of Thought

No distance is too distant,

Every distance, near can be,

Time, oh time, you are the constant

Reminder of magic, to me!

 

Now, to earth securely bound,

But soon the heavens to wander,

Scarcely destined--

You pass into slumber.

 

The humming of motors -- --

The turning of wheels,

Drift easily, light as a feather -- --

Ere long you've drifted far afield.

 

Whither are you flying?

What will you see afar?

What greetings will you bring,

And what sort of an answer?

 

No distance is too distant,

Every distance, near can be,

Time, oh time, you are the constant

Reminder of magic, to me!