Strands of Time

Strands of Time write upon the strands of time with dreams I hope will all endure. My past and present can't entwine if morrow's threads are insecure. A thread from yesterday awaits the tickle of the present day. and threads of morrow welcome fate to braid into this living fray. The fourth dimension cannot wind the braids within my heart and soul. No clockwork gears can ever bind my life within such taut control. No hands can circle round my dreams and choke the hope with stiff demand, as long as Morrow's promise gleams from dreams I've penned upon the strands. Another year shall soon conclude another shall rest on the throne. While braids of Langsyne weave into this tapestry that's mine alone. The hourglass spills the sands of time the Trinity of time survives, the past is me each thread is mine to treasure as New Year's arrives.