I'd never read that; thank you.

And on my mind:

Time's Shadow by Mathilde Blind

Thy life, O Man, in this brief moment lies:
Time's narrow bridge whereon we darkling stand,
With an infinitude on either hand
Receding luminously from our eyes.
Lo, there thy Past's forsaken Paradise
Subsideth like some visionary strand,
While glimmering faint, the Future's promised land,
Illusive from the abyss, seems fain to rise.

This hour alone Hope's broken pledges mar,
And joy now gleams before, now in our rear,
Like mirage mocking in some waste afar,
Dissolving into air as we draw near.
Beyond our steps the path is sunny-clear,
The shadow lying only where we are.

I came upon this poem doing searches for the rose, Illusion. Thanks for posting this beauty, Hoov.
Linda

Hoov, hope everything is ok with you. It is a very moving poem. Actually, both are.
Kathy

Oops, I didn't realize how ancient this posting was. And how infrequently this forum is used. I stopped posting here due to lack of response quite a while ago. Too bad, it was fun a while back. Well, better late than never?

I forget to check here too, Kathy.

If we remind ourselves come back more often there's a chance that we can liven up the joint again.

Better late than never :)

I never check here, either. How odd to find that. I believe my poem was when I had to defer my degree a year because of health issues. It's cool. I got the degree and a proud tattoo for graduation later :D

What a strange thing to read now that I know how it all turned out, in my case. Huh :)