Secret Of The Day

Time moves...
seconds, minutes, hours...
sometimes crawl....
sometimes race into infinity.
What is your secret of the day?
Your holy moment?
Your divine entry in the book of life?
Your music...your art...
the sensory sketch
of the life you are living?
Your love animated...
your encounter with heaven?
Leave an imprint...
cleave to beautiful nouns,
divine adjectives, and sanctified verbs.
O Poet ...
seize the lost hours!

Inspired by and dedicated to meh.