Both hands of clocks,
on each passing hour,
clap childishly,
at the hour precise,
thinking, enigmatic time
was caught,
and arrested for ever,
at long last.
                    But  in every chime
we really hear, the gleeful laughter
of elusive time.

I opened my eyes and I was falling from the sky with the ocean beneath me.
I heard not a sound except the faintest whisper of the wind.
The ocean sparkled, billions of lights flickering in the distance.
I fell faster and faster, and yet the vast violet and blue never drew closer.
In fact, it seemed to grow further from me. I spread my arms and closed my eyes.
Trees in bloom erupted from my fingertips and eternally grew.
I opened my eyes to find myself no longer falling but standing in a forest at twilight,
staring up into the stars as they shimmered and flickered in the sky,
speaking words I would never hear.
I reach down and pluck a single blade of grass as the earth starts to shake.
I close my eyes.

It's just time,
a universal and society accepted measuring device.
two lines moving pass through roman numerals.
What comes
will come
when fate desires it.

At
the time
of a late day,
when the sky has
diluted colors of burnt sienna, lavender gray, ecru and blue bell
and it's clouds are a haze of purple that seem to transcend into the other worlds,
the specks of light below these black, black boulders, so-called mountains,
become dots of light to thy eyes behind the thick glass of the moving vehicle,
reflecting
all but
life.