Time Surfers
©2013, Olan L. Smith
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I stand upon a precipice and gaze forward into the haze
Wait for something to appear from its concealing veil;
In my rearview is void, stark nothingness wrapped in darkness,
Alongside me are all things of a universe surfing the wave titled, now.
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I realize, like a dawning, nothing matters but this moment
Not what was or what is to come
Only what is, is of consequence.
All the delights and woes of history have built this wave,
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We surf hoping to keep our balance for another moment.
Will we ever unite to pierce future's veil?
Or will we continue in strife fighting over past woes
Hoping to gain possession of a mist that is not ours.
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Journey Home
PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
