Time is the ultimate illusion
change is the hand that ticks so auspiciously
only in anticipation of eternities journey
It is not a rushing stream nor endless dream
for this master takes its own steady pace
to the locales of no home, land or place
Many brand on their hand as a brittle reminder
pushing its toll to stride a little faster
and serve graciously again their conjured master
Even in the rippled mire of changing tides
time takes no leaps, bounds or strides
only a point of reference that wisely guides
Even in the rippled mire of changing tides time takes no leaps, bounds or strides only a point of reference that wisely guides... oh this last stanza i like so much. the words and the expressions you use.. it is a marvel my dear poet. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great to see you writing on PH again. Looking forward to many more. Your friend Brian