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Updated on October 20, 2012

As deep as the forest

slowly, rushes by ...

we sing to our own chorus

All the versus all in time

Though, all eternity awaits

to hear our awesome sound

It's never too late to give, or take

for there's nothing lost, nor found ...

Though, bound ... as real, as things may seem

or appear to seem to you,

to me, it's all a perfect sound and lucid dream

where illusion is the truth.

For fun, for love and life to be ...

we know that we are 'one'

But, to really know ... to really "be"

Let us carry on ...

As if we've just begun.

And, we will begin again

to do-si-do with time

This dream doth never end

It just slowly, rushes by ...

Those ... loves -

Remember those realities

and all that's kept and stands within

the importance of those ceremonies ...

those ... ritualistic commands ...

those bands, like any tree

forsaken in those limbs ...

By the winds of chance or change?

Remember too, to those evolved

to risk in some exchange ...

those hands ... they ask

sometimes mistaken, those loves

in love, in vain ...

Where their lord hath made those companies

When others would refrain

to keep, to vow, to long, to know

that all must be compiled

Otherwise, regardless,

those depths may yet defile.

Without that lease compounded

Without that vein complete ...

That dream that never ends ...

That soul, that knows that truth.

Another life gone by ...

Before their time is due.


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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Call me Jon!

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      Jonathan Yun 5 years ago from Clifton, Virginia

      The paths that this poem opens up in my imagination are so unpredictable and endless. That's when you know its a fantastic piece of writing. Bravo c-m-hall.

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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you so much arb!

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      arb 5 years ago from oregon

      Originality, is perhaps the most profoundest gift of all to both the thinker and the poet. You risk being guilty of both and have captured my admiration in both endeavors

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      CMarie 5 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you coffeeegginmy rice!

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      Marites Mabugat-Simbajon 5 years ago from Toronto, Ontario

      For those moments that come into our lives with special meanings, let not a second wasted. For chances are it will come around the bend another time, but not too soon.

      Beautiful poem, c-m-hall, and it's full of opportunities.