For J

Time is of the essence

Blink at your own risk

In a moments time you're swept away

The journey's rather brisk

We live amongst lovers, 

some false and some true,

They give us things to remember

Until soon, they're remembered too

Yes, time can sometimes move dreadfully slow

when the Devil is at play,

when you'd rather be somewhere,

when you'd rather be anywhere

far far away from today.

You'll search for the past

For the time that moved fast

And everything in between

But you're as strong as your mother

Just like your brother,

Your nightmares cannot be unseen.

So, J, march softly with tall shoulders

Make pebbles from your boulders

Beckon nothing which does not beckon you

For when today becomes tomorrow

You'll have forgotten all your sorrow

There's a reason why strangers are "people you knew".

Reviews

[Joseph Eluzai]

You spoke to my heart. Sorrow is another name for tomorrow. I love this poem. Keep writing Elle!