A Song To Time
“The Wheel of Time” by Cris Ortega
I write and I rewrite my song to beautiful Time,
Moment by moment.
Seeking not to waste her fleeting love,
I almost capture her essence,
Beat by beat,
But it slips away……
Breath by breath,
She steals the day,
And memories.
Never waits,
Precious, even in her arrogance,
Absconds with everything,
But is never caught in her cruel game.
Once, I held her elusive attention.
Once, I was able to hold her longer.
In elation, I was able to dance her
Fair into the night,
Bewitched by her deceitful spell,
And her flagrantly capricious charms,
Ignoring all the obvious alarms…….
Ahhh, but better choosings of late have left me
Fonder memories of her.
Fewer regrets.
Forgiven-ness wrenched
From her unforgiving airs.
Often, I am left with no regrets at all.
I write and I rewrite my song to her.
Moment by moment.
Even though she never loves for long,
And never, ever, stays……
Alone in the Rockies.
Gloryteller 