Time Is...

Time moves like

Clouds passing 

Gracefully overhead

As you lie in the green

Grass and gaze up at their

Regal beauty

But can be as still as

Mountains you can see 

Off in the distance through

The haze of an early April morning

As the cool breeze blows blissfully by

Time can be as crooked 

As the rain falling heavily

While the wind charges, as

If to avoid getting wet

Or straight like

The direction the suns 

Heavenly rays take as they

Travel to bless the earth

Time can be lost

Like the last few drops

Of water needed to survive

As they fall into the dry sands 

Of the Sahara

Or found like

The sweet oasis

Just as you are about

To give up all hope of 

Finding a source of sustenance

Time is a painting

Of the meandering river

As the water breaks over tiny

Ruts and gullies, surrounded by

Lush green grass and tall trees, as the

Sun spills its light through gaps in the canopy

Or rather,

Time may just be your memories…

A sort of proof of your existence…

Reviews

[Adam Lebzo -RonninWarri..]

Nice imagery indeed!! .......................

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)]

thank you very much

[Sami Khalil]

"Time can be lost

Like the last few drops

Of water needed to survive

As they fall into the dry sands

Of the Sahara




Or found like

The sweet oasis"

This was a good write...I like those lines the most...:)..................

[King Wolfe (Dylan A. King)]

thank you very much

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)..................