Time

Time--

It ripples and flows around me

Like a smooth Victorian gown.

It is studded with jewels

As the shimmering memories

Of the past.

It is hemmed a lace

Of hopes for the future.

It is based upon the silky form

Of the present

To hold it all together, 

To make it fit, 

And to give it use.

Time--

It is running

Like the wheel of a broken wagon.

It rolls away, 

Too quick to catch, 

And leaves me feeling stranded.

Stuck. 

Lost.

Time--

It is here, now, 

Firm as the ground below me, 

Beautiful as the sky above. 

What lovely ground! 

Such magnificent sky! 

And it's been here all along.

It's seen every memory. 

Each hope is planted here.

Time is but a single thing. 

The past, the future, 

They both make the present.

Past, 

Present, 

Future, 

They all make time.

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