Let your step free
From the shackles of time
The alarms are dead
Skeletal in the rounds
Of the past
Let to rest

Breathe the fresh air
Tickling your face
Today…
It is full of youthful aroma
That shall touch and
Evanesce…

For indeed tomorrow
Is precious
Sow it today
In the soil of present
Nurture it
Nourish it
With ample dreams
Rich and fertile

But let not the omen of past
Ever shadow it

We have come along
From yesterday until today
But the seasons of the morrow
Await –
That’s the canvass
Unblemished
Untouched
Outlines of past
Can definitely be re-brushed

Unchain the spirit
Undo the time
If we move today
Tomorrow evening
We can pause
Look back
And smile!
Radiating content
With energies more divine!