Passing by

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soon passed by

Summer is so swift

its briskly passing days

Fleeting time

restless pace

Its ever-elevating shift

 

With a certain whiz –

that happens on and on –

it sets off, leaves its prime

Soon forever gone

 

Is that all there is?

A craft, guided by none

A desolated ship,

eternally adrift?

 

Bowl of light – vessel, flight

You lose your grip,

once so tight

in boundless space,

on endless sea

 

Or is there something more?

As when day

meets night,

sweeps it away

That switch you long to see

 

Will it ever be,

that flowing score,

so gently sung, to which

we will forever sway?

 

One with a perfect pitch

and a certain chord

sweet and rich,

embracing you and me

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