Age

April 23, 08
From equinox to equinox
Rearing up in searing glory
The mare of my wisdom
Burns in shades of blue to auburn
Liquid ice and fire in sunsets

The leaves of time -
Drifting to rivers of soot
And golden flecks mixtures
The sunset; sunrise -
Reminds me of day at a time
That I remember are beautiful

From solstice to solstice
Buried deep in glorified memories
The regrets of experience
Fade to the dull of pure white
The contrast of dark to day sunrise

Neither short nor long-
Time spilt the sands along dirt
Shining in sunshine sweet rays
Till night spikes time –
And the glimmer is hidden
In that time and age, of solstice

And equinox.
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Now, this writing is basically about ‘Time’ not so much about age =
Anyway, it is saying that through time, from ‘equinox to equinox’ what you thought was ‘blazing glory’ all this great stuff, that as time goes on, ‘The leaves of time’ (which we all know fall…erm…into the ‘rivers of soot’) that they really aren’t so blazing great. That you only ‘glorified’ them, and added your rich colours, how you remembered them to be ‘beautiful’. But, then when night comes, (Erm, later time basically) your shiny-ness disappears to be hidden, cause it was only grand at that time. And as time moves on, you forget, lost interest, so on so forth. Whatever excuse you come up with.

The over all meaning? Time is only beautiful when you are at it-so stop saying that you need time to understand things-because have too much of it and you become pessimistic! (Bit exaggerated…) Anyway, time is neither short nor long, it is the experiences in time that make *it* useful. Time is just a word, experience is the act.

That is the difference, and that -is what I’m trying to say-You don’t need time to make experience, besides, the experience looses clarity later anyway. We all stand on equal grounds in death, no matter what you did in your *time*.