Time is an illusion
a mystic alluding
to eluding meanings

just as the seasons
dances with reasons
what curious recursions
curious these lines
how they tread on in time
written and read
remember what you said?
caught you from the stars
what's mine is ours
the hours go slow
and how did you sound
with the music all around
your eyes and hands
story weavers
dream makers
the humanity
the divinity
straight from the stars
and I know what you are