Sometimes time comes rushing in
A mountain river of silver white
Churning through you,
Rolling your pebbles.
Washing you clean
Of yourself.
There are days when it's a thundering
giant.
Crushing skyscrapers,
Landing an iron fist on your
throat
Tying your bowels in a knot.
There are those dark days
When time bleeds out of you slowly
Leaving scars that –
Oh yeah… -
Only time can heal.
And just some times
Are a butterfly sitting on your
shoulder,
Raising and lowering its
paper-thin wings.
While a prayer-song plays on your
lips.
"Please don't go…
Tarry a while".
I'm counting time
Like a hundred-worth bills
That nobody could ever pay me
back.
The currency that we pay with
For everything else.
Except when it's an endless cold
ocean
And no shore can be seen.
If only there were lighthouses
On the shores of time.
Forever changing
Faster than you can blink,
The silk thread,
The thundering storm.
A treasure.
