Time

Time unfolds herself,


                            That precocious wide-eyed

                                                             wild child

                                                                       of the Universe.



She is an infinite


paradoxical sea


of Patience.


So still as she crashes


from rock to shore -


harsh, a hurricane on the horizon.






She is flawless, unflinching,


She is true.


Infinite in her silence,


in her ever-forgiving violence.


An Eternal Fool.


As innocent as she is cruel.






The sands of time


slip through her unassuming fingers.


The sense of falling


around her swells and lingers.






She treads gently,


For the soles of her delicate feet


step over the grains of times past.


Bruised by unfulfilled dreams,


Marked by a multitude of memories vast.






Unlike you, she is comfortable in your skin.


She finds all your fears, sees through every sin.


She knows you watch her warily;


She knows you, and she grins.