Time Passages


Days of old are gone for sure,
lost in the corridors of time,
nothing is made to endure,
dust to dust, all is redefined.

Moments fleeing from sight,
wasted in selfish greed,
peace and tranquility the light,
harmony is all we need.

Consumed by nature’s rapture,
fulfilment with dancing pleasure,
hearts and souls our captured,
happiness beyond measure.

World of mystery and intrigue,
sights and sounds surround,
contentment to those who believe,
discovering pleasure abounds.

The ultimate power to behold,
never to be slowed or beat,
but cherished, there to hold,
passing in the cold and heat.]


Samuel E. Stone, Copyright© 2005