The Traveleer continues his journey despite the little angel child warning that nothing is there, where the Traveler was head for, yet...
Entering the cavern to escape from the rain
the traveler that it wasn’t empty he found,
resting against the back wall, in the shadows,
he saw the wrinkled face of a very old man,
wearing myopic eyeglasses by the shadows,
meditating in silence, a ghost from the past,
“Sorry” the traveler said “running from rain
I didn’t think that this cave was occupied…”
but the traveler got no answer to his apology
just an angry rumble of a thunder from outside.
With a shrug of his shoulders he disengaged
the weigh of his possessions in the backpack,
taking in a philosophical stride the silence given
didn’t look back in the direction of the old man,
just concentrating on counting the falling drops,
little messengers sent down from the gray skies,
to flowers that couldn’t shed anymore any tears
because they were all had became so very dry,
counting drop after drop he thought, how many
you need to quench the thirst of a dead man?
“Not many” the traveler heard the old man voice,
as reading is thoughts he was talking to him like,
“Dead men don’t need no rain, so stop counting,
there are more drops than sorrows in your entire life”
Turning, the traveler accustomed now to shadows,
saw more clear the figure standing in front his eyes,
white long hair and beard, extremely older he was,
“you read my thoughts?” the traveler needed to ask,
“yes, drifter traveler” he answered, “reading other
people’s thoughts keeps me trying to read mine’s”
The rain had stopped and the few drops left were
mimicking a grandfather’s clock pendulum chime
as one by one, painfully slowly apart, were falling
to mark the end of yet another angry storm’s life.
“How can you explain knowing of my name?” the
traveler said, “we never had seen each other, a sign?”
“Oh, there my friend you are wrong, we have been
always two inseparable together, days and nights,
again and again you said my name, don’t remember?
how can you have forgotten that my name is Time?”
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|Reviewed by Emile Tubiana
I always said what no one understands. Since our birth, we have inherited one great asset and friend: Time. Rare are those who understand, and no one knows how old our friend is. Many think that because we are alive today, time is forever. But sooner or later, everyone realizes what Time is. I thank you very much for letting me share your deep thoughts. Love, Emile
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Reviewed by ~ Holly Harbridge (Reader)
|Awesome reading my friend, love Holly|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Excellent writing dear man,you always make me smile...thank you...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugss|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|The traveler journeys on through time, relentlessly and sometimes unforgiving metting many along his path, beautifully engaging tale.....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Woooow I love this one
I cant wait for the next one
your words captured such unique imagery
and flow I have the ghost from the past
Vision stock in my mind!
I used to own a grandfathers clock
Peace Love and Light.....and hugesss too...Morning Star
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|Ah! You are awesome, keep these coming, you wise one! I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT...|
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...to capture time as you have in this well woven tale...gives the reader the enjoyment of your excellent writing Georg.
|Reviewed by richard cederberg
|Exceptionally conceived, with the unique stamp of Edvard the great!
|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Loved it Brother from the beginning tothe very it it was
A fantastic write
and most enjoyable reading
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Hooked from beginning to end - you do know how to tell the tale - still lingering on my mind - well done, Georg.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|So very cleverly written, Georg. I wasn't expecting dear ol' father Time...you wove this tale so very well, and wrapped up the ending expertly! Kudos!!
Blessings and Love ~~ Micke
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|A captivating write my friend, suspense indeed! Time...hmmm. Time doesn't wait on anyone, we must make the most of every day, living it to it's fullest, enjoying, and staying in the center of His will for peace and happiness! A wise and inspiring write, clever my friend, clever!
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Striking story that springs suspense with each line. Well done my friend.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Time is all we have in this world to get through. Days come and go so fast, fast paced is life, too much so, but we are still struggling on as if it is the last day for the rest of our lives.|
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|G-man, Your becoming quite the story teller. Time for me is like the hour-glass; always slipping away, as it is for the human race!|
|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|mystery, magic, mood... an exquisite write, georg.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|Hey bro', mom always said you could not tell time very well so when the big hand is on the...well you must have gotten better so you know the rest...right? ;) Ed/JD (and Rufuz)|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|A timeless write.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|The Traveler meets Father Time - a most thought provoking piece, brother. Keep on Trekking.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Wow, Georg~ You blew me away with this one; spectacular write! BRAVO!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D *clapping*
|Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines
|Cool punch-line, Georg! I can tell you had a good "time" with this one.
I wonder -- if Father Time swallowed a clock, would it continue ticking?
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|THE MOST BEAUTIFUL POEM, I JUST LOVE YOUR WORDS!!!!!!!!!! '...On counting the falling drops, little messangers sent down from the gray skies'....'Dead men don't need no rain'....'How can you have forgotten that my name is Time?''-------------MOST TALENTED, GOLDEN WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|