The day is like fine gold
Laced in fragile filigree.
Scene upon scene
A flow of time
Neither yours nor mine.
Spent with nubile ease
Not knowing disease
Nor the hard ending
To every passing form.

Let this kind advent
Be captured in memory
By Time Well Spent
On more than revelry.  
For in painless life,
Unthinking twice,
This mindless youth
In steady decay,
Like this present dawn, 

Also has its night.
(c) 2-26-2013 FXP