TIME

TIME

The sand is falling in the pristine glass.

I watch the hours and the minutes pass.

My past is swallowed with the grains of sand.

The time is weary, crossing fast, my land.

I weep my time, while it slips away.

The former bliss,the pleasure of my former days.

The head I fondled, the lips I liked to kiss...

All those lost years full of charm and bliss.

If all the flowers could go pink again!

If all my dances, danced under the rain!

If dreams are linked like chains ,to my outstanding past,

I would be a slave of mirth, of joy. A queen that is outcast

of nightmares, weariness and tempest-fury winds,

Disheveling my thoughts. Oh, what this time will bring !

The planets orbit endless, like gems around the space.

I run the paths of life, in this incongruous maze.

Revolving the Profound, the Deep, the Dark, the Abyss...

The mystic track of time... I would regret to miss.