The time of our lives

I cannot look at you as a foe
as you slide away like oil on a painting
meant to be all it can be,
once complete to dry off
over minutes, days, or hours
there you go again,
slipping through the cracks of another morning
rising so high
playing hopscotch with the moon
each day changing
becoming larger then smaller
as the weeks loom on
and time finds us in a repetition
of rising and falling
up down,
up down into all that we are
of all we become
and we would love to make it STOP,
for just that space in time
where special things happen
that we long for it to last forever,
like ponytails and bike rides
and yet we find we too change,
hair moves from brown to grey
nipped by the bitter pill of cancer
and illness and even death can carry us
into a new time and space
a place we can only dream,
a magical area where there is no time,
where there is everything
and nothing matters
and it will be like dancing up with the stars
and we will shine like diamonds
our laughter echoing through the cosmos,
and wondering to ourselves why we ever cared
about that hand on the clock,
we will brush it off like crumbs on the counter,
not thinking about the moments we’ve lost
as we have infinity
and we are all.

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K.L.Laettner author(InfiniteZip)

I am a sometimes poet and an author of fiction novels (K.L.Laettner) on a quest to master the universe of my mind. My writing runs the gamut of nature, off beat, life and basically the world as I see it through the windows of my eyes. Welcome to my blog. Sit a spell in your big comfy armchair or favorite spot and read for a while if it suits and don't forget to leave a comment to let me know who you are and all that jazz. Looking forward to what each day brings and catch you on the flip side of the stars. Peace and blessings.

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