Windows of Time

Windows of Time Crawling through the windows of time Cobwebs stretching over part of our mind Wisdom struggles to emerge like A gray cocoon Slowly it brightens like the light of the moon What wavering forces makes the night Sending our thoughts to the morning light Obeying the sign as the half finished plan Promises hopes and dreams to your fellow man Through A maze of troubles and trials Peace slowly eases A false sense of style Until much later through the windows of time Cobwebs take over the best of our mind To erase our life and let us be free From the troubles of life and who we used to be............. Written by Artie Beason 4/20/2007