The Nature of Time
What is time ... is it clouds...
flowing across the sky
is it the sun... exposing..
my warm thoughts of you
Is it the song of the sparrow
a beautiful tune..although
" it will make your heart melt
and take your breath away"
it is tinged with sadness
for we are apart
Time is the special words you wrote
disguised as poetry,
but the reality of... a broken heart
exists within a cat...with nine lives
Me ..I am the solitary wolf ...
calling out in his singular song
from the vast wild ..I know all too well
Time is the moon... lighting up the night,
bringing forth...the nocturnal love that I feel,
knowing you are there...
and I am here
The Nature of time
can not be written...by any man
it can not be painted.. by any artist
It is in my heart...It is in my soul ..
.when I see all the Time
I am without you... near