These browning pages,

Are only getting darker,

My hearts beats,

Are only getting fewer,

Gratifying glances,

Purifying tears,

Crunching of the leaves,

Seeping of the light,

Time doesnt stop,

Or slower,

Or quicken,

It passes us without notice,

Although it may donate a glance,

Like to an abandoned,

Weather beaten barn,

And then think,

Though only for a second,

Thats seen better days

11/23/02