Pieces of Time

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

We sit in anticipation and with great expectation, as the days and the seasons pass us by. We watch with apprehension and captured trepidation as the minutes and the hours tick away the vestiges of time that was, and as it reveals the budding dreams untouched by the hands of time.

PIECES OF TIME

By Al Garcia

We sit in anticipation and with great expectation, as the days and the seasons pass us by.  We watch with apprehension and captured trepidation as the minutes and the hours tick away the vestiges of time that was, and as it reveals the budding dreams untouched by the hands of time.  I hear the sound of time and feel the rush of the timeless winds of change that blow away the dust that hides the face of all that is to be.  And I listen to the tick tock, tick tock of the passing moments – advancing relentlessly, without a second thought or regard as to what it leaves behind.

Each ticking of the clock, another piece of unclaimed time to make our own.  Another chance to confront the ghosts that live inside of us, and another chance to cleanse the heart and soul of all that lurks and harms the fragile form of us.  It is the tick tock, tick tock sound of nature’s beating heart that sways the pendulum among the stars that lights and brings alive the night.

And as we cling to fractured pieces of unlived time, we search in vain for one last piece of time to complete the riddle of our lives -- our quest to find the existence of the nothingness that was before the beginning came to be.  But we have only found that the silent waves of time that slashed across the cosmos of what never was, bring only tormented dreams of the uncertainties that lay beyond each stroke of time.

And as the tick tock sound grows louder, and the days begin to wane into the abyss of what lies beyond, we await the stroke of midnight, as time shatters all the days gone by into pieces of moments and of reflections that fill our mind and heart with meaning and with purpose.  It is those pieces of time, now memories of our existence, that strokes the embers that keeps alive the legacy of us. 

We are a part of the pieces of time, scattered and sprinkled amongst the stars.  We are the dreams of stardust and the reflections of a million rainbows.  We are the sound of time as it fades and dwindles into the nothingness of its beginning. 

The passing of the days and of the seasons bring with them another part of our fading lives.  It is up to us to harvest and gather the pieces of time, including the heartaches, the tears, the joy and the laughter -- before the clock strikes midnight, and we fade into the vastness beyond the sound of time.


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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