RIBBONS OF TIME

Well-trimmed verse

               Entrusts itself

                             Unto your

                                          Knowing

                                                         Heart.

                                                        ______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Ribbons

Of time

Unwind

From Infinity’s spool

And loop and heap

In convolutions

On the floor of space

Beyond recall.

And though we sleep

And dream of Life,

We fail to use it up,

This fleeting

Ribbon of reality,

This Now,

This All.

_____© Nellieanna H. Hay

A life is like a song -

Existing only in the moment

Of its tune or breath,

A mere record on a journal page

A note upon a music sheet.

If there's no life,

There's no song,

Just mere artifacts, ~

Mere excrement

Of life that's done

Or un-begun.

Offer these not to me

In place of life.

I must live life,

Make music firsthand,

However fleetingly.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Strands of life

Interwoven loosely

Touching barely

Making contact

At right angles,

Making tangles

Here and there

Upon the square

Corners of the loom;

Making room,

The why of it escaping

Through the mesh,

Unnoticed by

The weaver.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

I make no gods.

Creator is creating

From within

And has no name.

Light defies analysis

Because it travels not

Exclusively

In time or space.

Though leaves its trace.

Its outward

And its inward

Are the same.

___© Nellieanna H. Hay

Once children

In a magic garden were we,

Glorying in our

New-found ecstasy;

Now, grown are we,

Outgrown love's first blush,

And in a rush

To build our brand new world

In another - distant - galaxy.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Your bequest to me

Is the muted brilliance

Of your shadow,

Rippling 'cross

My everyday,

Casting shadowy phantoms

Of its depths

Along the way,

Highlighting shimmering

Pools of mine,

Where even words

Intrude.

______© Nellieanna H. Hay

Need I aver

How much

You please me

Just being You-nique?

Need I explain

The surge of joy

You activate with words,

So beautifully distinct?

Need I confide

The stirring of this heart

At your very presence, name,

Knowing it's reciprocal?

Need I define

The certainty of being

Kindred spirits - when

Recognition is unequivocal?

______© Nellieanna H. Hay