Time

My words resonated.
They were hard targeted
Finding their mark.

Time.

My mind was prepared
My fingers the instruments
Of a ready writer.

Time.

My shoulders were strong
Abel to carry the burden
To muscle-through obstructions.

Time.

My feet were well-shod
Anxious to travel
Any path necessary.

Time.

My heart was tuned
To the frequency of wisdom
Prepared for the chase of life.

Time.

My body sighs
Like boughs
Of autumn leaves
Weary and wanting rest.

Where have you strayed
Oh, soul
And why are you disquieted
Within me?

When the best of life’s journey
Is spent
And thrill resigned to memory
Yearning yet remains
Within the treasures of
Time.