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| "Tired Angels" a study, 2009 Graphite on paper; click for larger image |
There's a feel
You know that feel
the feel of the air at summers end
A last night out with a good friend
To talk all night as time stills
So soft is that touch to your skin
that says change
Passing thoughts that you don't recognize
Absorbed in a moment
Present in time
Future doesn't matter,
and words don't rhyme
The page is not ready to turn
yet
But you are already preparing
You don't know it
Or, you do but
this moment
this moment
hasn't passed
I feel the pages end
Let it come when it comes
Don't want to go
Starting to understand
I know I have to leave
I know I will
And in my time
I hope I go with grace
Nor overstay my time
