Time

Of t-i-m-e, we knoweth not That which could stand still Transcends us all

An opportune moment, of which to befall

A flicker of hope, desireth more

To seize, to freeze, this window frame

Pictures in the sand, ‘sandline’ recede

Rainbow brilliance, swiftly hidden from view

Precious pearls, of days brought anew

Wonderment happenings, fastening through

Peering back with merriment glance

Lost in time, of but one chance 

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©