Time is my muse

It is a river

that comforts and carries and
makes my soul crazy!

I ask the current to take my mind
into the past
along its banks old memories beckon
lush trees that offer shade and relief
from the heat of the present
they are a forest

filled with thoughts and images,

passion and fears

and a constant whisper:
“Surrender”

but in a forest

one can easily lose their way

for the past is not something
that you can long hold
and Time’s pull, like a river
you cannot control

indeed the future is born

a new creation takes shape

when the past is wed to the present

it is the light

that plays on the landscape

as the Sun passes high overhead

this laughter was captured by Itchiku Kubota

on the canvas of a kimono

Time plays with the colors

of the landscape of my life

The moments are iridescent hues

that I capture as sorrow and regret

laughter and longing

in rows of muddled prose

and from these

Time gently pulls me…

So I close my eyes

and let the river carry me home

Copyright ©2009 Anthony Hall