Time Poem by R. Erin Milana

From time to time,

the whole world seems to rhyme,

avoid the fast forward,

don’t want to be a coward.

Lonely heart that heal,

joyous through ordeal,

as if the time stands still.

Every moment that we’re together,

even when we can’t see each other,

enriches the rainbow’s of our life stories,

evoke the pleasant memories,

with the breeze of subtle voices.

Infinite when we’re united,

future that we’ve painted,

from the past to the present,

the time is innocence.

inspired by a photo of time, time, time by ludobret on Flikr