Time flies with the wings of white
very weightless light feathers.
They surround us and cool us at times
all while flapping furiously to
destinations unknown to us
somewhat delicate creatures.
Time waits for no one just as one
never sees a bird in flight stop...
without dropping because of death...
or on account of a obstacle that
spans in its way halting its trip swiftly...
making it crash to the ground below.
If time could be paused and I could change
the wings of time...I would direct the bird to
flit softly to the ground...or onto silent purple ponds
...and turbulent deep black seas would cease to be.
If only I could turn back the wings of time...
Written June 23 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem