Tempus Fugit

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In the silence of a house once full of noise,

A clock is ticking.

Suddenly I know…

Every second marks a moment,

Another chunk of time

Leaves the future,

Slides through the present

Becomes the past…

As I listen.

And this is me,

A life ticking away.

How many seconds pass in reverie?

How many lost unmarked

And unremarked

Beyond my reach?

I cannot call them back,

Cannot rewind, relive

Refill with memories.

Once they are gone, done,

Lost in the mists,

Wandering the mind

Like aimless ghosts…

I cannot change them.

And so I breathe,

Inhaling seconds as they pass,

Filling each one,

With something, anything

To make them count,

Make them sparkle,

Make them burn…

Branded in memory.

My life is wide,

Embracing tomorrow

When it is today,

And the clock can tick,

Counting my laughter

As the years pass.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She has written a number of books, both alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com
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14 Responses to Tempus Fugit

  1. Bernadette says:

    The more time that passes, the more we realize that we should make every moment count. Wonderful thought to spire to but difficult to execute.

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  2. “Make them sparkle”, Sue.

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  3. Eliza Waters says:

    I’m enjoying as many as I can!

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  4. I love this Sue. We sometimes forget just how precious time is, every little second 🙂

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  5. dgkaye says:

    Beautiful Sue. ❤

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  6. Rae Longest says:

    I’m enjoying all the moments I have left and learning to live in the moment instead of always planning for tomorrow, for we are not guaranteed of tomorrow.

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