I measure time
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
Not in terms of history
But by how much
I have left to do
Else I’d have never known
The depths of blue
The click of a shutter
Could create
In just half a second
I love the way time
And the elements enhance
Its beauty
Its value
I can let
The consequences
Lay where they come to rest
Or
But that’s OK
Too far
Is simply a place
I haven’t learned to reach
Just yet
I stop here
Often
To Wonder
To be
Tantalized