Time

Time

A Poem by Twilight Dancer

 Take your time, my friend.

It belongs to you.

 

Your time doesn’t mean being lonely;

Just being alone with yourself �"

Just being.

 

Take your time and renew

Your weary mind and soul.

 

Sleep alone, unencumbered, by another;

Compose a new story;

Walk naked in the moonlight.

 

Take your time, my friend …

Allow yourself to rejuvenate;

Find your inner peace, comfort, and strength.

 

And when your mind and soul are replenished,

You allow the world back in and face the new day;

Renewed, peaceful, and true to you.

 

Take your time, my friend.

It belongs to you.

 

TD 5.31.2007

© 2011 Twilight Dancer


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Wow!!! I was really impressed by this
It was nice meeting you,and I think I'm gonna really enjoy reading your stuff
The things you said made alot of sense,one does need to take the time to truly know theirself.
Great job from Robert at MH

Posted 12 Years Ago


realy nice and sweet. It is also very true.
XD

Posted 12 Years Ago


Yes!! Time is just that...to be cherished for the hope it can generate if we allow it to meander instead of gallop...
This is beautiful just as you are xxx

Blesssssssssssssssssssss (You)

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is feels so kind and gentle, just as you are! Really like this! Amazing how time and truth allows perceptions of reality and peace. Beautiful, just as you are! ~ Jude :-)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Hellooooo, a great piece...make me think far to much about stuff. Brilliant write and glad to see you back on here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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