in the beginning was a feeling
of something lost a long time ago
in the time between moments, in
the space between dark and light
it slipped away from me
now room by room I wait,
hoping it will find it’s way back to me
In search of the good, the true, and the beautiful
in the beginning was a feeling
of something lost a long time ago
in the time between moments, in
the space between dark and light
it slipped away from me
now room by room I wait,
hoping it will find it’s way back to me
Copyright Clay Lowe