Time and Eternity

 I Should Not Dare

I should not dare to leave my friend,

Because if he should die

While I was gone and I -too late,

If I should disappoint the eyes

That hunted, hunted so, to see

And could not bear to shut until

He noticed me, -he noticed me,

If I should stab the patient faith

So sure I’d come -so sure I’d come

It listening, listening went to sleep

Reciting my tardy name.

My heart would wish it broke before

Since breaking then, since breaking then,

Is useless as next morning’s sun

To erase a midnight’s tear.

-Emily Dickinson

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Time In A Bottle

If I could save time in a bottle

The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day till eternity passes away
Just to spend them with youIf I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then
Again, I would spend them with you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory of how
They were answered by you

But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do, once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go through time with

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

-Edgar Allan Poe

To me this poem conveys that life is so fleeting and fragile. Life is always slipping through our fingers like the sand through our hands.