Don Gray
Art Essays, Art Criticism & Poems
I Search For Things I Know Will Last...A PoemSpeak to me of eternal things, of sun and moon and stars; I would not hear of passing stings, the wounds of life, its scars. Quench my thirst, my parching thirst, with nectar tried and true, and soothe my brow, my troubled brow, with living waters' hue. I have no time, I have no need of endless chatter, banal creed. My journey nears its end in haste, I have no time at all to waste... must spend myself on things that last, like sun and stars, eternal space. Copyright by Don Gray
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