​The hand that stretches out
for all your dreams to fill
Time

months rolling into years
on the silver wave of life 
Time
marching as steady as a drum
beating beneath our search


Time

fragile fingers held around all we do
slowly uncurling 
pointing to our death
Time

what is it really
 a manmade map
day uncovering night
for when we’re young
we are eternal 
the blissful fragrance of being

Then the tumbling of time
makes us want to 
stop
 the clock
 
the hours
 
minutes 
the tick tock

times running now
 
fiercely gathering
 
a blazing fire through tinder land
burning our existence
 
banishing what we were
 
let us have a bit more
 
let us turn it back
 
let us be young again 
 
and scribble out our mistakes

But when we go
 
where there is no time
 
and become the air we breathe
we won’t care
 
we’ll fly in the light of the eagles eye
we’ll brush the cheek of an angry man
 we’ll whisper hard into the wind

and laugh and laugh

and spin and spin
 
we’ll spread out like a royal gaze
resting upon those time filled slaves