Time


The one who taught me
the value of time
the space between hands
and
the circular dial
that revolves everything
mortal or divine

Sadly she ain't here today
If she was, she would be proud
of the way
I didn't let eternity slip
I captured the seasons,
fast trickling while you were away

time passed away ...

Time passed away
and when for those moments
you will return
you'll find me holding
the precious
priceless piece of urn

Only growing will then be that yearn
the insinuation of unlearning
that burn
and
no longer feeling lost or concerned..

The chronology tells me
its time for me
too, to go
to leave behind and
no longer stem the flow

Life lived blow by blow
dispelling
more moments, disheveling the
time fuse
and letting the spark glow

Aeons ago, they said it did seep
and mother earth took in
every drop of weep
but no longer it hold
another mortal cry
and
tears I spill for you
would lingering in front of me lie

Generation to an instance called life
the beginning and ad infinitum of
what either failed to surmise
The silence can no longer amuse
or stage what
not being said

words not said become words wishfully unsaid

Time through the hourglass
flowing vividly, the slipstream
I wish time did show
what with time
we are out to seek

for time is a passing picture
of not being able to hold
what guilty bred, swollen thoughts
didn't let you reap ..

and there

you see, is where
hands hold up and keep moving
right when you need them
they strike that blow

Hear that gong, time's up .. gotta go!