Saturday, July 20, 2019

Reinventing Time


With a sunrise purity
we begin each day,
only to be soiled by its passing.
Death steals from us
our most beloved, admired,
and all of life seems suddenly a lie.

The only thing left
is to reinvent time itself,
as the ocean’s waves crashing on the beach
reinvent the sandy shore line.
For time is not what we think it is,
the world is not as firm as it seems.

We can stop the earth from turning
and arrest the rivers’ flowing;
we can halt the hands of time
if you’ll just sit here with me.

Pendulums swing, gears turn,
stars explode and die
as quickly as a life begins and ends,
as quickly as an eye blink.

There seems no point, no goal
greater than to grasp a lover’s hand
and walk toward the next dawn
with that one true companion.

We can stop the earth from turning
and arrest the rivers’ flowing;
we can halt the hands of time
if you’ll just sit here with me.

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