The Lessons of Time

Wearily wandering, silently by The dreams and the wishes of yesterday’s sky, Remembering far away promises made Just pieces of flotsam adrift in the shade, Like explorers of truthfulness they travel on, Until every connection with yesterday’s gone, And yet some go on drifting to islands of Prayer To be cast up forever on golden sands there. Patiently pondering all that has been The lessons of time paint a silken sad scene, While they sit in reflection, and wondrous disdain As the pages of life turn so slowly again, But sometimes so rarely, the bookmark of time Glitters morning set softly like wonderful rhyme, And the sun settles silver lined fingers once more As the birth of a day consecrates its own shore. Then the pages stay open in day dancing light As those satin soft shadows retreat to the night, And the dreams and the wishes that drifted in vain Fall asleep in the chapters of life once again, But the bookmark still shines with a fireside glow Though the rains still come down, and the breezes still blow, For the beacon is lit with the harbour’s deep fire And the lost hopes and dreams feel each dreamer‘s desire When each dream finds a dreamer, each hope finds a heart And then sometimes so preciously, love finds a start, As the music of life finds a way to renew All those wonderful things that two dreamers can do, When the hours are dark, and the passion is deep And when love is abroad, there is no need for sleep, For the night is embroidered so delicately With all that has been, and with all that will be…