A Letter To Time
Laughter.
Galloping between warming rays
It echoes through the still
of a quiet afternoon.
A child unburdened, a mind untamed,
A curiosity insatiable
That feeds her wandering thoughts.
Each moment drips with hesitation
As she waits for you to pass
But like bittersweetness from a hive
You quicken at your own pace.
Minutes stretch to hours, hours into days,
Eager is she for the years to pass
Longing is her heart for freedom.
But soon spring arrives, ripened with verdant green
Like blossoms unfurling upon the breeze
She spreads her timid wings.
Each hour revealing, each day a new age
Boundless fields before her
Pirouettes on a promised stage
Then suddenly you hasten, remaining ahead of her strides
She pleas for you to turn for her,
As she chases each moment elusive.
Years advance like moments, seasons turn to days,
What once sprightly danced on tender leaves
Now slow to a staggering pace
Now she stands alone under winter sun
Where golden days fade to rust
She reminisces of the ages past
And of lives that have come and gone.
Through the ache of tears withheld
She sees you turn for her
You take her hand, "It's okay" you say,
For a new season has now come.
And then you guide her,
One last time
Out of the frost
And into the mists
Of tomorrow.
Copyright © Phoebe Chi | Year Posted 2014
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