Elusive Y0uth and Time
Time slipped like a shadow in the dying moonlight
Locked in yesterday’s dreams
I wished to sense the warmth inside her cradling embrace
Once again
Thoughts of you penetrated my anxiety
But like a squirming fish in my hand
You slithered away
Turning time into bits of elusive sand
Sand that continues to pour out of my hourglass
Becoming part of yesterday's eternal fun sandbox
That lovers dwell and play in as their youth wanes
And later, vainly try to hold on to their vanishing years
But Time? What is Time?
If not God’s joke to make us hurry to get on with it
Mine is no joke but to keep the sand from pouring out
And hasten my urgency to dwell in your playpen
Copyright © Norberto Franco Cisneros | Year Posted 2019
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