Sunday, April 16, 2023

The Wheels Of Time Go By

If I ponder 
and I often do,
I go somewhere else with you.
If I were to wonder
and I sometimes do,
where would we be
if not, for you
when the winds of time
and around the time I felt 
a beginning coming
or possibility of eventual joy,
you left this world
and I
lost my breath
and strangely knew,
after all the years of you 'shooting through'
I knew this time, you would not arrive
back on the scene, in the same form of life,
or in the to and fro 
as when you 'breezed by' in the come and go. 

So on this new misty day,
I know the fog will lift
softly you will drift past in the clouds, 
waving down at the long ago,
when and how you always knew,
this life would never be
where you stood still, beside me.
 BP photo: Eventually, I found your bike in Lenswood

No comments:

Post a Comment