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.