This day disappeared,
it’s lost to history now,
and that’s forever.
Days don’t just vanish,
they exist but we miss them,
as they pass so fast.
Distractions abound,
work, travel, home and T.V,
all steal time away.
It’s just when we stop,
for a moment, not too long,
that we see the day.
And the days go by,
silver threads among the gold,
weaving tapestries.
