...and now we know that as we slow
time races on.
It plays catch me if you can
as if we could,
and would we want to anyway.
Let us stay here playing in the sunset and
forget it all
for we shall fall like leaves off flowers and be caught by laughter in the hours that pass.
The last mass and the journey home, a minute for a final poem and all roads that once led to Rome are blocked,now locked and we are trapped inside beside the gates of fate.
Here,
where pearls are shattered and dreams are scattered and the four winds rest there will be time and
again we'll play
in the sunlight of our yesterday.