A Ripple In Time
Looking for words, listening to rain,
soothing my spirit, feeling no pain.
Another place, some other time,
living my days in a lost paradigm.
The music floats gently through my space,
the lines of my life, I slowly trace.
No one else matters, nothing else exists,
I close my eyes, cuz the darkness persists.
I follow the story, as it could have played out,
where time isn't time, and doubt isn't doubt.
Cuz now I'm on a journey, so play along with my connection,
and share with me, as I ponder with reflection.
Allow me the chance to play with my head,
and go with the feeling, which allows me to be led.
The answers are hidden, behind my smile,
I just need to sit, and be here for a while.
Beauty is hidden, time don't wait,
I see the hook, but still chase the bait.
Happiness lingers, but necessity calls,
when we climb the mountain, not everyone falls.
Hanging by threads, I capture the passion,
fleeting but stable, in it's own unique fashion.
A moment in time, a scatter of pieces,
so much love, and the joy it releases.
Out of control, in my ordinary day,
I brush it off, in my ordinary way.
In darkness I stumble, in light I am blind,
I hear the voices, all intertwined.
Forever falling, forever freeing,
forever questioning my sense of being.
On the path, beaten or not,
I tried to remember, but still, I forgot.
Peaceful bodies, a quiet mind,
A happy heart, and the joy it finds.
Oceans apart, mountains away,
it still exists, and that's why I stay.
So meet me there, or someplace in the middle,
give what you can, if only a little.
A simple wave, a gentle smile,
a single emotion to last for a while.
A split second in time, forever in a dream
in a dark lonely day, a single sunbeam.
But reality strikes, and the clouds disappear,
the timing becomes that which I most fear.
The angers not mine, not this moment, not this time,
to take a minute to dream is my one and only crime.
Guilty's just in passing, compassion is what stays,
I can't change time, or that which it betrays.
Just a ripple in time, a moment reflected,
a bullet dodged, a thought intercepted.
Copyright © Kara Baker | Year Posted 2006
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