Time moves on..
I reach out
with tired eyes,
Grasping the remnants
of faded pictures
taken yesterday.
It was 4 a.m.
I sat by the window,
reliving all the treasures
I once buried in the
sands of time
It turned 5 a.m.
One hour had gone by.
Despite the tears
lingering in my eyes
for the pictures
fading grey.
I was reflective.
Thinking of yesterday
compared to now,
as I drifted
in the sands of time.
The future, glimpsed quickly.
Its merciless hands
pushing me ahead.
I reached out,
with tired memories,
leaving the window open.
Lovely write Chris...it reflects so many poignant emotions from the past..yet there is the action of reaching out to the future...Leaving the window open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The early hours of the morning lend themselves to pensive reflection, so well-captured in this poem. Thanks- Kerry