Time is gained
Time is lost
A time traveler ‘s
Nightmares
Each post is a cost
Which becomes a past
And doomed to last
In the blink of an eye
Up and up
In to the sky
Later
Back down
To where
you began
To fly
Heart springs
For the lesser age
To frown upon
the next page
Like liquids
Not held on a fist
Time,
In time vapors
like morning mist
Like lucid dreams
They come and go
Time, a friend and
A foe
Descending
and ascending
In the essence
of its ticking moments
Back to where
It originates
By then, your time is
way too late
For you to even know
the difference
@jobiranyc (10/19/2017)
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Time is gained
Time is lost
A time traveler ‘s
Nightmares
Each post is a cost
Which becomes a past
And doomed to last
In the blink of an eye
Up and up
In to the sky
Later
Back down
To where
you began
To fly
Heart springs
For the lesser age
To frown upon
the next page
Like liquids
Not held on a fist
Time,
In time vapors
like morning mist
Like lucid dreams
They come and go
Time, a friend and
A foe
Descending
and ascending
In the essence
of its ticking moments
Back to where
It originates
By then, your time is
way too late
For you to even know
the difference
@jobiranyc (10/19/2017)
This poem is made from a collection of comments which were I was going back and forth with Temporal Fugue in my poem Time Zone.
I thought it would be wise to collect the comments and create another version of Time Zone.
