You are young.
You believe
there is time.
I am old
as old as time.
I know
there is no time.
There was no time
yesterday
when we met.
There is no time
today
you were too busy.
There will be no time
tomorrow
when I will be gone.
There is no time for us.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not in this lifetime.
Therefore my lost friend.
Meet me in another world.
In another age.
In another lifetime.
Soul prints echo
out earlier lives.
Haunting later lifetimes
played out of time.
You, my lost love, are young.
You believe there is time.
I am old, as old as time.
I know there is... no time.
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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