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 daze.
Drift back to sleep or reach for gold
With every step we choose our fate.
Love...it tries to find us.
Our tracks still fresh with pain.
We can choose to let it heal us, us
Soothing as a summer rain.
Time...is now.
She waits for no one.
Smiling at our hurried pace.
Her 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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