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.