Of Time And Of Love Poem by Shirley Harrison

Of time and of love

There's a time machine inside you and I

a myth to those who cannot see it

yet to me a journey most definitely possible

from two-thousand and twenty-four

right back to nineteen-eighty-nine

in a blink of an eye

who could deny my magnificent mind?

or of that youthful love that once was?

withered with the rose petals of time

faded in-between life and death itself

thus drifting from a once young lover

falling into the frailest of hands

and then onto the wisest of hearts

that has many a tale to tell.