Shame on me for I have not updated my poetry and story telling site for ages, so its about time I did just that and remedied the situation! So therefore talking about time (and how can we get away from it even though it is an illusion); this poem is all about time…..
A soul drifting in the universe seeking the pathway home.
Nearer and nearer yet further away; wanting the comfort of home
Yet still seeking alone, swathed in the bubble wrap of time.
Only the stars keep vigil for guidance home.
Only the sun and moon to light the way.
Drifting in a dark void of perpetual timelessness waiting for the corners of time to converge.
Desiring of acceptance.
Wanting to leap through the portal of night yet bound by unvalued earthly ties;
Binding as heavy as gravity,
Laden is my soul; a creature of flight, caged.
Once plucked from the midnight skies by the mocking hand of destiny.
How could this be?
Who has bound this soul?
Come oh timeless flight!
Come swift wings!
And release this soul.
Let drift amongst the stars and grasp the flight of time.
Let play with the stars, seek council with the moon and glory in the shadow of the sun.
With sword so swift I pierce this heart that once I owned,
And so shall my blood seep upon the earth where once I trod.
I rest in time
I rest in space
The clock ticks
And the Universe just is.