Time.
You cannot speed it up when you feel
Pain.
You cannot slow it down when you feel
Joy.
So let it go
And feel it all.
Dance to the music of your life with wild abandon.
Time.
You cannot speed it up when you feel
Pain.
You cannot slow it down when you feel
Joy.
So let it go
And feel it all.
Dance to the music of your life with wild abandon.
Spring is springing once more.
Tender buds beginning to peak,
Unfold.
New life
Bursting through damp soil;
Up beyond last falls sacrificial
Leaves released by trees.
Spring.
Awakened by the
Love of the sun.
Shoots of green growing new among trees
Joyously joining
Wise old branches of time.
And again and again it ends and begins
As we come and go.
A natural knowing among earth and sky,
Moon and sun.
Each taking their turn.
Their ways unspoken
In the
Natural knowing.
Time did what the old ones said it would.
It went by fast and now
Sweet child you are grown.
Out into the world you have gone.
How did it feel so slow in moments
Only to be gone all at once?
Take it one step at a time baby.
You’ve lost your heart,
Here
Have mine.
I’ve lost my mind.
We will both get better.
Just give it time.
Once this old piano knew happy days
For music brings joy
And passion.
Cobwebs and dust have settled on the keys.
Broken strings and rust sleep well
In dark places.
Notes forgotten
For it cannot play itself
Back to
Music.
Yearning for the feel of
Warm fingers upon
The ivory;
For harmonious voices to join in
All its melodic glory;
For bodies full of life and love to glide and swing as one.
Silence plays
Alone.
Time does not forget,
People do.
A chance encounter
On a
Sunny day.
Remains of a puddle on a crowded sidewalk.
I stepped to my left,
You stepped to your right
And there I was looking in your eyes.
It has been such a long time
But my heart does not recognize the clock.
Your hand brushed mine as we said hello.
And there I was
Thrown back in time.
Standing under that
Old
Oak tree so long ago.
As if we never let go.
My heart beating quickly
As I fell under
And
Into your love.
Under the tree.
The old oak tree
So long ago.
Time
Tick
Time
Tock
Goes the clock
Out of synch with my beating heart.
And the gears
Seem to know their job.
To know exactly what to do at the precise moment.
Time
Tick
Time
Tock
My heart so clumsy and forgetful
In comparison to the graceful way
The
Pendulum
Swings.
It keeps swaying,
Steadfast.
It does not ask questions
Or
Reminisce.
All the while my heart thumping
To fill in the
Moments
In-between each
Tick.
In-between each
Tock.
Until
The clock,
It
Stops.
Hey sweet girl
Look to the sky,
Open your arms
And
Run.
You don’t have to give it all away
To
Call it
Love.
So many sacrifices.
So much time.
Thinking you had to give it all up
To
Call it
Love.
So breathe in deep
And
Keep
Being true
To you.
You don’t have to give it all away
To call it
Love.
I used to bathe myself in
Other
People’s emotions,
Until I could not tell up from down.
And I began to drown.
I could not find the air.
I
Could not tell which feelings were mine
Or theirs.
And in a matter of time
I was
Suffocating.
There you stood
Looking at the clouds
Talking to yourself out loud
When you believed
No one was around.
I saw you standing there
The smile gone from your face.
Lost in a dream.
Lost in a lifetime
And space.
And my heart ached
As I recognized
Myself in you.