mechanism of its grace.

If not for the
mind

The mechanism
Of it's grace

Would you look
towards

The empty
space

To view
the seconds past

Or let those
Minutes sour

Each striking
taste

within the passing
hour

Or look time In the
face

Beneath your parted
Hands

Peeking though the
fingers

That held those
moments dear

What would you
Envision

If time could hold
You near

What would you
Think

If time became
So clear.