TIME HAS PASSED

Time Has Passed

Time has passed,

We have moved in space,

But, certain mornings like this,

I sit in bed and gaze,

Through the window.

The cooling green

Of the tender day,

Sways,

My heart leaps, bounces,

Back to the past,

To the little rock,

On which we stayed

To hear the gentle tones,

Trickle,

And caress our feet.

Time has passed,

We have moved in space,

But, in the stillness

Of certain moments,

When the heart seeks

The softness it once perceived,

On the river’s bank,

Through the strands of hair,

That softly slid,

And veiled,

Her smooth surface.

Time has passed,

We have moved in space, but….