Time

Do you think that time is the constant in your life. Or do think thank it move according to its own moods. Perhaps it is the goal you seek to make your life complete.

Time is out of joint,

with mankind,

out of sync,

with everything else online.

 

It moves along,

with patience,

to the beat of the world,

that it surrounds.

 

So disruptive,

it makes me hope,

 to see the pearl,

the wisdom of all the world.

 

On again,

it creeps along,

at a steady pace,

against the town.

 

The pulse of life,

has its own beat,

for that is all,

that we seek.

 

Maybe then,

we can learn,

to harness all,

that we yearn.

 

For we can change,

the timing of all things,

to bring us in sync,

of the time in the link.

 

Never again,

we will say these words,

of lost hopes,

and all these pearls.

 

For then all that matters,

of time ever after,

to begin,

to live again in the end.

 

For love is the other matter,

to follow the rhythm,

and be in love ever after,

and enjoy the laughter.

 

As life begins,

in ever after,

to feel the joy,

and all that matters.

 

Love is the expression of bliss,

to soak it all in,

and enjoy all of this,

and a deal never to miss.

 

Now and then,

it may happen again,

to express itself,

and life will blend.