A Passage into Time

All of Time waits, patiently
as we move steadily within it,
towards it,
from it.

All of Time changes, steadily
as we move patiently within it,
with it,
with it.

All of Time slides, easily
away from all of us,
as we smile,
or cry
(or as we don’t notice at all)

All of Time whispers, sweetly
as we give it a last brush,
of hand and heart,
gone from it for now
(but here still, forever).

I've missed your writing, Troy.

I like the last little bit. Very nice.

nice troy. i agree with kylie. you should post more.