TIME

 

 

Time plucks golden days from us

Like a lover plucks petals from a rose.

  Petals flutter off into nothingness,

Yet seed remains for next bright bloom.

 

Events and people fall into our lives like raindrops,

Some sweet upon the tongue, others only bitter cold;

Some fall far away, never to be felt or tasted,

Coming unbidden, tapping on our consciousness,

Random whispers of what awaits.

 

We drink those we fancy, sip their sweetness,

Endure the ones that chill our bones,

Naming each drop for the echo it leaves behind.

 

Some vanish before they touch our skin,

Evaporating into memory we never lived,

While others author indelible stories

Reflected in our faces, warped but true.

 

Events and people fall into our lives

Like raindrops on our face,

  Not chosen, unsummoned, but always felt.

And by their falling, we learn to taste the world.