Time Speaks

Time Speaks

The sun sets effortlessly on the horizon,
paints the sky scene vividly.
So bright, all the reds and yellows
in the blazing horizon,
as if the sky was on fire.
Time slips so slowly away.
"Another day, another day..."

A small voice whispers,
still and low, quiet
against the loud rush of the sea.
Waves crashing violently,
thrashing the shoreline,
threatening to tear it all away.
"Another day, another day..."

This voice has no body,
no mind. No form whatsoever.
People walking busily to and fro,
not taking time to sit and listen,
sit and watch.
Continue on. Don't look back. Walk away.
"Another day, another day..."

Time continues.
We go on.
Never take time to stop and listen,
stop and watch.
Still the small voice whispers
as we go, always, on our way.
"Another day, another day..."

The hills are reflected in dark water.
Make no nevermind.
Continue on.
Boats floating toward the light,
vessels of fallen souls.
Never looked back, kept walking away.
"Another day, another day..."

Time stops.
Sun fades.
Can't keep going.
Nowhere to run.
No place to hide.

Time laughs in your face:
"Another day, an--"
Nevermore.

January 15, 2007