Time to man swirls and goes in a turbine,
Never waiting for a change of mind.
Some only want to get out in the nick of time,
Sick of an early win, a late loss or what to choose regime
Picks the go easy that could cheat the times
Will all their fleeting joys just slip by?
Air of wind it allows nonchalance to be spun,
Deciding the next spin it could succumb.
If the breaking dawn passes into perennial dusk
Sooner than the lightning could charge its bolt
Does the life lay wasted and be left unknown?
What is the busy hour when it had gone and passed?
The intention and feeling of a memory,
The touch of a heart and kindly a thought flickers,
How bodies yours and others moved along in neat lines
On pavements and train platforms a recurring clockwork.
The smells of tangerine sweetened ahead spring
Of hinting perfumes drifting to a part of a dress.
The taste of soft bread pillowing your teeth on the morning bite
Fills you in on evoking moments not prone to the rush cart.
Go ahead to take it all in,
Things in the hours and minutes of serendipity
Things in the days and weeks you power through
Things that only you will know and forestall better
When regret changed its course and must show
The importance you could only get in time,
Mostly one at a time.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander or Vania (me). Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe juices and in no relation to any actual entities).