Traveling on the afternoon’s s warm breeze,
time accedes to a gentler pace –
my breath held in anticipation…
Their graceful transit infatuating my senses.
Older and wiser as the lucky ones are,
time has grown patient with its willful charge –
young but full of promise,
tucked safely within their temporal shells.
And – as is their fate,
our shells morphing with the passing years –
time’s endeavor unwavering:
to guide us along our path.
Though contrary to time’s noble wishes,
I dare reaching for its nimble host
in a vain attempt to suspend passage.
Undaunted, the wind slips between my fingers.
And though I grasp the futility of my act,
I’m compelled to answer an age old lover’s plea to try –
The curve of his smile known by heart,
I would gladly purchase eternity…
Relinquishing my breath at last,
the wind continues its journey while
whistling ever softly through the leaves.
A time honored song of hope and new beginnings.
©Brenda Baker 2016