Time Trickles
Time trickles my face
in rhythms of smile
and leaves tiny paths
that crinkle awhile.
Time teases my heart
in gurgles of mirth
and leaves trailing sparks
that add to my worth.
Time tickles my mind
in gushes of light
and leaves open doors
that suck out the night.
Time touches my lips
in feathers of sound
and leaves little words
that go round and round.
Time has it's own way-
I have not a choice.
So all I can do
is lend it my voice.
Joy Weare.
27th April, 2008.
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