Times

Just times

If seconds lead to hours,

And hours such daylight thrall,

Why Sun give in to minutes,

And have viracous hour's call?

If we forget, do then moments arise, lead to oft sunset's fall?

 

Sometimes to look to moments,

Such embers of passage past,

For forward looking arrows,

But in past such arrows cast.

 

For Embers are so empty space, of voids such sparks once grew.

But now just echo of distance, and past, such arrows sure once drew.

 

In past such unknown of errors,

with unforseen sight no sound,

Drown in such embers,

Drown in truth but known,

Drown in redacted tones.

 

But let me know such instance,

Of instant kettled noise,

And success is such not so ordered,

No menued item crown.

 

We see in futures, 

And hope for better such lifting embrace,

Because past is such no anchor,

But anchored to no caste.

 

Lets fly, and swirl, in air of stars, and sea of dreams,

Where no bound of circus tricks can reach us,

And bound by no riverbed banks of streams.

 

Into light we will guide and be blinded,

Such blind to silence for vision,

So we can see all moments for true,

So touched by moments hue,

Past dreaming is for heroes,

In those dreams of hero,

I choose you.

Reviews

[Wyrn Tiger]

Time lasts not in hours but in heartbeats and just like time and the minutes you wrote so effectivly about each day we run out of both.