Shifting Sands of Time

Timehas a habit of slipping away

Asshe constantly moves in a finite direction,

Nostepping back,

Nochildhood do-overs,

Onlynow and tomorrow,

Onlyhere and hereafter.

 

Butthat doesn’t cede that

Thepast holds no meaning,

Orshould be diminished in memory’s vault.

Hertreasures are deep

Andher lessons are many.

Herhalls and her chambers

Linedwith love, dreams and laughter.

 

Andthough the sands may shift underfoot

Asthe tides roll out,

Asthe tides roll in,

Westand at her shore

Andsearch her horizon,

Amazedat the bounty she holds deep within.