time

Time is attacking me,
I feel it’s displeasure like an enemy

Always chasing me home at night
After me at morning in the harsh daylight

Yet when I turn to catch a glimpse
It hides its face, I have to wince

I dare not look it in the eye
To see eternity’s measured cry

small

She sits so small on the bank at night
She bathes in all the pale moonlight
Reflecting from the river shine
To wrap her in a frail time

So small she sits, and small she stands
Her figure making shadows dance
She drinks in butterflies and love
She leaps to rhythms from above

Peace fills her in the silver moon
It weaves her in a soft cocoon
She hums a soothing lullaby
And feels so small under the sky