Spin my friend the wheel of time.
Spin it fast and free and true.
Lay you not upon its rim, lest time drags you through,
The rip and free of wheel, of life, of sickening nausea
Rest you instead within the centre of time.
Be you the one who looks upon, rather than the one who spins, and throws and dies.
No mans time is the same; therefore time is but a relativity -of me, of you.
Let no man steal my time. Let not your time run free.
I rest upon the centre and look upon time as a passing friend
For me time can stand still, and still and stop.
For in the centre, the earth did draw to close, the stars and sun hold not dead,
Yet still, the flowers sway not with vigour, but lean and lift like dancing ballerina upon a pedestal
Of life, of love, for you and me.
The rivers too hold agape and wait with beckoned breath, to catch a raindrop then another
Just to make a pond.
The birds they fan their feathered wings like taunting matadors,
they dare the bull of wind to lift them high,
It steps, not drives.
The clouds within the sky hold their form as if for a million years.
As the rain it drops as in single tailored tears.
Come with me and sit upon this crucible of light
Look with me and hold each other for a thousand lives
Rest now my queen and king of life, close thy eyes.
For here is the place for you to enter
to find the way
Take not a lifetime , just close thine eyes
With permission from the author.