Of t-i-m-e, we knoweth not

That which could stand still

Transcends us all

An opportune moment, of which to befall

A flicker of hope, desireth more

To seize, to freeze, this window frame

Pictures in the sand, ‘sandline’ recede

Rainbow brilliance, swiftly hidden from view

Precious pearls, of days brought anew

Wonderment happenings, fastening through

Peering back with merriment glance

Lost in time, of but one chance

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©