“If time could tell the story,

There’d be no need for words;

For time is running,

Restless,

Letting the memories flow.

 

Giving heed for no thing,

Giving us its breath,

Giving life its memories,

Forever to let go.

 

Flowing, flowing,

Down, down the hill

Like a river running

From something it knows not.

Caring not that we know,

Knowing not that we care,

Just making its way

 

Breathless,

Breathless.

The way is its own,

Its destination unknown,

Just moving quickly,

Breathless, Breathless,

 

Moving with the Wind,

Flowing, Flowing,

Giving way to its own surprising end,

The Calming Pool  of its Beginning.”   ©

              Time 1 © 1986

  Margie Owens Phillips - ©Life Prisms 2018