A Tale of Time is a story told in the form of a poem.
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....... Daydreaming on a Sunday afternoon
Decades upon decades
Crystal
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....... Daydreaming on a Sunday afternoon ~ an abstract moment in time ~
~ The Keeper and the Well ~
with a Drop of Time!
Time is untouchable
invisible to the naked eye
many have tried to own it
in its own right, it is…
Some believe it is man made
revolving around people
captured by hours upon seconds
tightly within a box.
Others watch Earth’s cycles
and count the age of old rocks
measuring of mere moments
encompassing all life.
One knows the truth
about time and all its secrets
the chosen one that watches
the true Keeper of Time.
he neither ages nor dies
bestowed a legacy of honor
a destiny of solitude and time.
Crossing through realms
the Keeper wears two faces
one tells of his legacy
the other sees him as a tale.
As a new century nears
the wind sings him reminders
the time is here to begin
his travels to the Well.
The Keeper of Time kneels
amidst the sands of the Sahara
waiting and praying
on the eve of a decade
a new dawn in time.
One Drop of Time releases per century
the size of a grand mountains tear
falling towards the Sahara
in rings of sand it lands
instantly absorbed
flowing down
the Well of
Time.
drops of time
lucid in collection.
Awaiting in a well of stone
tended by the Keeper
for all of life
requires
time
stepping
realm to realm
the Keeper travels
bestowing them their tempo.
Rhythms of difference
beats of fast and slow
realms of opposite flow
carved out riverbeds
on a course of their own accord
running at their own rate
two flows
connect
continuing
down the road on
an abstract moment in time.
© River 2/11
posted for One Shot Wednesday week 44 at One Stop Poetry~ writers and readers wanted!!!!
