Time is not ours

Depth connections and universal energies

Do not take for granted my unwavering connection,

my willingness to meet you in steady gaze,

my touch and breath as it meets you on quiet nights.

My home is not of this world, I am visiting, no expense spared,

touching lightly on this earth as a dandelion seed touches a blade of grass and moves on.

I am here for you but not of you.  I am serene, but wild, of stars and solar wind.

No amount of beauteous trinket can stay my return,

but rather the jewel of your eyes, the perfume of your sigh, floats encapsulated and seductive in my breast

as I linger, deeply rippling as your shore's edge.

Time is not ours to save or spend as with earthly treasures,

it has no past, nor future, and exists in momentary connections and deep wells

that shush and move as the current pulls back and forth to moons of eternity.

Do not take for granted this unwavering, well-like connection,

For I am wild, I am strong and the tail of the moon's tide is my home.

Reviews

[Helen Bawden]

That’s really beautiful Barbara! Xx