Friday, 15 March 2013

Time


Time, in its relentless surge moves on
Pulling in its wake, our memories as the tide
Heavy, crashing on our hearts

Like it were yesterday
Then retreating with only the ache of loss
Remaining

Time - we can't catch up
Full-flight ahead, not fast enough
Touching only the tails of the wind
Left behind

By time's rush - to where
Where will it end, the gaining, and the losing
At the beginning, maybe
Like a circle, like the tide.

Lisa de Jong

Tawharanui Regional Park, New Zealand

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