Grains of Sand

Time…

Time often seems to be like the illusive grains of sand

That seem to slip away from my hand.

Time is like the limitless mirage

That casts shadows of a future to see,

Come near it…

And it’s a mystery of the past.

Almost meant to be.

But passed.

Time is the preoccupation of the mind,

That isn’t here now.

Meddling with moments of the past

And worries of tomorrow’s then.

Time seems to keep my busy

From me being me!

It keeps the clock ticking

Without pauses…

Not enough beckoning.

Breath beats in the heart.

But the mind races faces.

A moment it wants to be

But aren’t we in a hurry?

Time your illusive unseen hurry

Makes me worry.

And while I think about this parody…

Look! My time has now ceased to be.

Its come…gone…flown like the invisible breeze.

Jesika: 2014