A moment eternal


There is a space in time

such that cannot be grasp'd

happening in the blink of an eye

nor prose, nor rhyme can define

the instant twixt night's last gasp'd

and dawn's rosy fingered sky

eternity in an instant

the last hours of the Third watch

like the North wind, whose trumpet spake

to centenarian from infant

'tween sodden head, and sleepful thatch

'tween dreams, then awake

fact or fiction
How does it work?
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Jeremy Cavenagh

I am one of those people who has been almost everywhere, and done almost everything, I write stories, mostly fiction, or Science Fiction, and I write poetry. 

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