Time

Time is still ,
you are passing …

Like a desert dream
under a starlit firmament …
Like a passing caravan
carrying old and rich memories,
of the lonely wander…

Time is still
you are passing…

Where are the old toys of your childhood,
where is your first lover’s touch?
Where is that wrinkled hand
which guided your first steps
which wiped your tears dry
where are the friends you had
who always wanted you to try?

Time is still
you are passing…

When did you last
hide behind that old cupboard,
waiting with true anticipation
for your friends to find you again?

When was the last time
you played ,
in the sun and rain,
got soiled in the mud and sand?

Time is still,
You are passing…
As the seasons
which come and go
As the stars which light the sky
As the memories wave goodbye
Like the mysteries you are yet to know

As the petals of a rose
Which breaks free
Like the sand in the folded fingers
Which is hard to hold
Like the twilight
Which turns dark, or gold…

Time is still
You are passing…

Time is still
You are passing…