TIME

Time is a Chariot bird,
With life feathered wing;
Flapping away seconds with unseen wing,
And fades in the air like an icedroplets.

Whenever I wait for it;
It looks slow like the sight of a running cloud.
Whenever am afraid of it;
It runs so Swift like a chasing dog.

Time with its magic swords,
turn memories to flashes of a flickering light.
I miss it when is there and gone.
When it ticks; my  heart feels boom! boom!

An invaluable currency that worth no currency;
That people will ever purchase even when it's not available.
Everyday is a blessing of 86,400 seconds;
which vanish without at night without remainder.

Yesterday is today; tomorrow is yesterday.
No matter how I grief on  the death of a second;
I always have it there gazing at me.

©️ emywrites