Tempus Fugit

An old poem I wrote concerning a character that just popped into my head.

I’ve seen you grow.

Everyday you fly higher,

And you soar where my heart is.

But I don’t grow,

I flew too long ago,

And now my heart is just sore.

 

I’ve seen you flower,

Everyday you run faster,

You catch the dreams I dream.

But I don’t bloom anymore,

I fell away from you and now you’re just a dream.

 

But I watch you live,

I watch you grow and flower,

And I watch you run and fly,

Because up here, in heaven, time just passes…

Just passes me by.