Life On Sundial

I only tell of sunny hours… For me the trail of time disappears in the depth of darkness at sundown, but my mind doesn’t harbor any qualm, I dream drenched in stardust of stellar sky… I’ll trace the blazing heliacal trail across another dazzling day waiting. Let the beam of each new sun slip on time-telling edge of your style,* count the tides of time on the dial of life. The chronology of your journey I’ll chronicle as the defined shadow of soul revolves around the static centre of timelessness till it glitters in bliss eternal. Watch with me the girdle of rotating time, you’ll see the dawn open petals of wisdom, in the best of times you’ll live the sunny hours… (Note : *style is the edge of the gnomon which casts a shadow on the sundial) Written : February 4, 2019 April 13, 2020 Contest : Strand Pick 11, Any Theme, Any Form Sponsor : Brian Strand