Precious Minutes.

A mind built for the noblest of ideas cloaked with trash

rummaging through the rubbish and losing our way

not seeing the right road when the streets are paved.

As the sands of time slowly drift by,

I adhere to the soothing trumpet of nature

silent as a cat's footsteps,

 yet loud as the cracking thunder to the spiritual ear. 

The glimmering stars call my name

my hair carried away by their strings,

changing its hue from black to white. 

As death creeps closer, the value of life increases

so one ought to say yes,

yes to every precious minute of life.