GARDENS OF TIME

 

Spoken words

Echo and vibrate through the empty hall

The smell of grass, flowers and life

Drift in the open window

Memories blossom

In the present tense

We love

Lust

Win

And lose

Though the yesterdays and today’s

Tomorrow

Only a ship

Passing on the distant horizon

Everything

Passes

But nothing

Is ever truly lost

Everything

Goes on, and on and on…

We

Live and dream

In our robes

Of flesh and blood

The drumbeat of our heart

Confirms our sole reality

As we plan

Dream

And of course love

While strolling casually

Bending now and again

To whisper a word

Smell a rose

Or listen to our own heart

Hammering out our dreams

Against the open blue sky

 

We listen

And are heard

We see

And are seen

A non-ending ribbon fluttering in the wind

 

A non-ending ribbon

Fluttering

Through the empty hall

Fluttering

Through the flourishing gardens of time