If so...

Following the time’s sweeping meander

In the kingdom of my thoughts…

With streets that smell like coriander

And roads of chili sauce…

 

Counting the seconds

Until time will cease to exist…

In a world with no weapons

Just a formless mist…

 

Or maybe there was never time

Only it’s form…

The stars playing mime

With the emptiness’s storm…

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

Beautifully written piece with great imagery. I especially liked the "With streets that smell like coriander
And roads of chili sauce". Thank you for sharing.

[Ana B.]

Thank you very much Willard :)

[ANTO]

Staring at the stars one would never suspect that many of them are already extinguished - we are looking back in time at their 'when' in our 'now'.
'Counting the seconds until time will cease to exist' - a Herculean task - maybe like using a teaspoon to empty the oceans.
This harks back to a time when we just 'were'.
Mind boggling and very entertaining piece Ana. Thanks for sharing it.
:))

[Ana B.]

True, every nigth we're looking in the face of the past...thank you my friend :)

[ANTO]

Its as if they are calling to us but , no? trying to impart some of their knowledge
your welcome Ana :))

[Ana B.]

of course, they're leaving us all the clues, if only we'd be willing to pick them up...

[ANTO]

well said Ana. :)