The metaphor for now...
Forever is a metaphor for now,
Imagining the moment shorn of motion,
Finding its analogy in how
The sense of self is separate from the notion.
Years erode us more than we allow.
Fear not, for in poetry is truth.
Our place among the gods remains assured.
Upon the rock of beauty lies the proof
Regarding what of wonder has endured.
My what a lovely morning this turned out to be. The sun was overcasted by the soft clouds and it seemed the breeze was in a good mood today and glided its invisible form over the school like a pleasent cup of green tea; soothing. These were the kinds of mornings that I love. Just letting the calm serenity pour over me as I await my daily torture...
I swear Shunsui, you will be the death of me some day.
Imagining the moment shorn of motion,
Finding its analogy in how
The sense of self is separate from the notion.
Years erode us more than we allow.
Fear not, for in poetry is truth.
Our place among the gods remains assured.
Upon the rock of beauty lies the proof
Regarding what of wonder has endured.
My what a lovely morning this turned out to be. The sun was overcasted by the soft clouds and it seemed the breeze was in a good mood today and glided its invisible form over the school like a pleasent cup of green tea; soothing. These were the kinds of mornings that I love. Just letting the calm serenity pour over me as I await my daily torture...
I swear Shunsui, you will be the death of me some day.