Time...it moves in silence.
Slipping past our narrow gaze.
No long farewells or hugs goodbye.
Just up and out the door with grace.
Life...it tries to wake us.
Shakes us out of our foggy haze.
Drift back to sleep or reach for gold
We choose in every step of the race.
Love...it tries to find us.
Our tracks still fresh with pain.
We can choose to let it soothe us
as cleansing as a gentle rain.
Time...is now and waits for no one
Smiling at our hurried pace.
Its gift unnoticed by so many
except for those who know their place.
JV 8/4/10
*written for Sandra Kiss London
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