sitting or walking around luxuriously
As if the ground in contact
Was of immeasurable worth,
But No! It was the time.
The strangeness was all too familiar
Memories of the freshness it brought all too vivid
While it could have been the precious people,
I recall for sure, it was the time
The sounds eerie and elegant at an instant
Could ring, resonate, reverberate perpetually
In the serenity, they were distinct and alive
The life therein though, was the time
Moments of love,peace and joy
When He told me "Look!" and, "Listen!"
To smell and taste, to take it all in
What a wonder it was, the time!
At once, it all stopped, like a distant imagination
All of it turned hazy, and I thought, "My! I'm I losing it? "
How could I know it was time?
Time to love the times?
Time to unleash the dream in the morning?
Time to love and live love?
Those times, and there were times, God destined them to be utilized, exhaustively.
Time is one resource fixed and equal in supply to all men. I am Just learning to invest in it from reflections to actions.