Fleeting
I steal a few minutes
to unload the words
that have dammed up
over the hours of the day
thoughts I didn't know
were there
until I sat down
with my fingers to the keys
They used to only come
through a pen
on selected days
but now there are too many
to capture that way
they come fast
and fleeting pass me by
before I can pause
that is the beauty
and the tragedy of it
maybe I catch the good ones
maybe they slip away
before I have the chance
to listen
Posted by Amanda at December 13, 2002 11:31 PM
