White Wolf Poet Sonnet

Time:

Be the sands of time flow within thy mind,
Every second of the day drifts away,
More elusive than the last I do find,
It's the nights I cry, I wish they would stay.

For it is in the night, that time does cease,
Moments before awakening, we're there,
Trapped between two worlds, one soon to unleash,
Leaving one behind, the one kind and fair.

It fascinates me so, how time doth grow,
Like a tree in the spring, when evergreen,
Can be seen as a river, endless flow,
Science can't tell you, that it can be seen.

One thing is certain, it has its own law,
I just know one thing, I wish I had more.

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Sunlite Wanter June 29, 2017 at 9:31 AM I'm so glad this poem cropped up on the featured poems because I missed it before. I really enjoyed it!

Bawa Talwar June 28, 2017 at 11:23 PM You are out with everyone's? wish.This is beautiful.I liked the last line a lot. Plz.take out time for my poems too.

Lenna Walker June 9, 2017 at 11:37 AM Time, the ever elusive. It seems the older we get, the faster it flows.... great write Rick, Congrats :) White Wolf June 9, 2017 at 7:21 PM I know exactly what you mean! Thanks, Lenna /|\

Robert Lindley January 6, 2017 at 5:49 AM I READ THIS AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT OF ADDING THIS GREAT SONNET TO MY FAV LIST. I want more time myself, once I had no worry about it.. Now my shadow hast grown Past evening tide it doth splash Sad Fate lets it be known High flyers must crash. White Wolf June 6, 2017 at 8:06 AM I only dream of writing sonnets like you my friend /|\

Just James January 5, 2017 at 4:12 AM Lovely write Rick White Wolf June 6, 2017 at 8:05 AM Thank you, JJ /|\

Freddie Robinson Jr. January 4, 2017 at 3:27 PM Time won't give us time, baby boy. I agree w/Silent One, a great sonnet, Rick. You are just showing off your deductive skills in this poem, eh. Very truthful write. A sensational sonnet. Love and more love to you. White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 4:22 PM Nice to see you again RW. I hope your holy days were great! /|\

Tim Smith January 4, 2017 at 12:44 PM Me too...fabulous words here Rick White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 4:16 PM Thanks, Tim /|\

Probir Gupta January 4, 2017 at 9:30 AM Very nicely said what science cannot tell, poetry can ... Nice Sonnet ... White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 9:38 AM I like that, Probir /|\

Chris Green January 4, 2017 at 6:10 AM This was fantastic Rick. Time does not stop just because we are a sleep. I don't sleep as much as I should but then again I don't want to miss anything. White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 6:16 AM I know exactly what you mean, Chris! When I'm on a high anyway, Ha /|\

Doug Vinson January 4, 2017 at 2:55 AM In some ways, time is all we have. Can't really cheat the law, but I've always liked to stay up late. Oh lord, I have to get up in 2.5 hours and go to work. White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 3:01 AM Haha, you're a cracker! /|\

Darren White January 3, 2017 at 11:44 PM Yeah, for me nights have at least 48 hours per day, and days only have 4 or so. This is a great sonnet and it has more depths than just the difference between night and day. At least, for me it does. Fave. (And I love doth and thy) White Wolf January 4, 2017 at 3:03 AM It's good to see your penguin eyes too :) /|\ Darren White January 4, 2017 at 12:07 AM I love thou too (the word, the word ;) ) Good to see you. White Wolf January 3, 2017 at 11:54 PM Thou speaketh thine truth! Haha. Me too, Darren. I feel like a turtle today, just popping my head out for a spell to gaze about into the world. Good to read some poetry again! /|\

Robert Lindley January 3, 2017 at 10:13 PM Man, wish I had written this one! It so goes with my thoughts on time ans fate. Superb sonnet and such an inspiring creation. Adding to my fav list..Thanks.. White Wolf January 3, 2017 at 10:54 PM Thanks for your kind comment, Robert /|\