Through paths both near and far
towards adventures yet it be explored.
if only for a little while.
Encapsulating [time] as though it were
little rain droplets..
Caught for that moment
as though they would last forever
But fade away they must.
As nothing really lasts forever: as time moves forward…
it does not wait for people to catch up.
But can be found..
even of only through memory…
like whispers through the wind.
As though to go
back to where they once were.
Carole Farish March 2014