Time is a concept;
Measured in seconds,
Minutes, hours, days -
Can seem like forever.
Carved out in stone?
All relative it seems.
A year or a decade
Can pass with a breath.
Right time, wrong time,
In time, or out of it -
We count out our lives
By well rounded intervals.
Then one day we see
That in everything
Perfection can be found
In the timing

Fuzzy…
Eyes struggle open
Swallowing is difficult
Pain thru my head
Feels like a block
Air trickles in
Even slower out
… Sick

Going around in a circle,
A natural direction

Taking a step forward?
Or a lack of movement?

Is it simply a return
To a place visited before?

Perhaps it is new now -
Because of the journey

The sound of silence
Fills the void inside,
A swollen emptiness
Without a song.

My heart stirs slowly
Searching for the beat;
The silence continues
Without a song.

Longing for the music
To reach my soul’s depth.
No melody. No love.
Without a song

Together they rise each morning
Inextricably joined as one
Shaking off the images of night
They seek to start the day anew

Different they are one from the next
One rational, one emotional
Yet their futures are intertwined
Each essential to the other

Today the past is behind us
Time to move on says one
The other replies it’s too hard
Too many good memories

Each desires to follow its nature
Only to hurt the other
And so the battle continues
A conflict of mind and heart