Time moves swiftly,
Like grains of sand through my hands;
I cannot catch it, nor can I contain it—-
All I can do is watch it fall away.
Glimpses of life already lived,
Of days spent in perpetual motion,
Of hours spent thinking of you,
Of time irretrievable from Death itself——
For he collects youth, beauty, and wild ill gotten dreams—-
Like love-lost-then reclaimed.
It moves swiftly.
Like a leaf on the wind, it is careless;
Almost in arms length, but never caught—-
How do we equate Time?
Even as I grow old
I cannot find its rhyme or reason.
She moves swiftly enough,
Like sand through our hands—-
Yet, we cannot keep pace with her dancing;
For her movements are ever changing——
All we can do is appreciate the music,
Then watch it (and ourselves) fall away.